When it comes to rubbish months of the year November has to be bottom of the calendar charts.
It’s invariably soggy as hell, with a bit of gale-force wind thrown in for good measure. 427 more words
Feeling a bit saner knowing that Cassie was on her way over Bryan decided his first post nightmare job was to strip his bed. Even though the torturing, raping, and eventually exploding him from within demons that had visited him as he slept were figments of his subconscious, the vomit that spewed from his mouth was very real, pungent, and plentiful. 1,293 more words
Today I was forced to train legs on a full stomach (definitely NOT something I would recommend). The reason, well I had been out all day with the people I live with and when I got back I had to “attend” to the horses and then I was famished so I ate like a horse. 406 more words