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3 days ago
Current I don't care if you're left, right, white, black, brown, or all around. You politicize something not political, I'm done.
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3 days ago
Never drinking like that again...
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4 days ago
Omw to karaoke and my Uber is hitting 80 on the turnpike. I like her. I guess us women can read each other's minds after all.
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29 days ago
The ENT doc to me: "it's not looking so good in there". I know, doc. Please fix my nose, and maybe tell the VA to approve my claim.
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1 mo ago
Survived the Spartan Race! ✌🏻
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I wish it was PJs, but working at home takes a lot of mental discipline, so I at least get showered/dressed :)

Also, daily beatdowns sound intriguing...



It's not so much intriguing as it is painful, mainly from working out a lot and learning how to fight.

I did get kneed on the ribs by accident while on my back and it hurts like hell when I move a certain way.
The gym wasn't currently occupied with too many individuals, and those few bodies in there with her were just as concentrated in their routine as she was. Alejandra was breathing hard, beads of sweat making her skin glisten. Classic rock filled her ears, those sounds accompanied by the steady thud thud thud of her feet making contact with the textured surface. She usually attempted to run in beat to the music, although such pace couldn't be reached in this instance. Instead, she increased the speed to the fastest setting she had been using in order to go on her sprint for another full minute. More often than not, Alejandra performed her interval training indoors while saving the outdoor trails for a nice, long jog.

A minute passed, and Alejandra slowed the machine down to nearly a halt. She took rather slow steps, her reflection on the mirror in front of her proof that she had reached peak performance. She grabbed the towel draped on the handle beside her and dabbed her face. Alejandra also grabbed her water bottle, intending to get some fresh air. Turning off the machine with one hand, Alejandra got off of it and made her way outside, once there welcoming the light breeze through her hair. It was a nice day outside, and she debated whether she should go for that jog or head back to the barracks. But the latter sounded too good to pass up. Alejandra settled on taking a short walk around the complex instead of walking right across to her quarters. On her walk she acknowledged a man on a bench, quickly waving at him as a polite gesture, but not necessarily stopping to have a conversation. Alejandra still had her headphones on, for one, and she wasn't in a hurry to get acquainted with anyone just yet. She hadn't been on location long enough and there was plenty of time to intimately get to know her teammates down the road.

She continued on her stroll when her phone rang, interrupting the current song on her playlist.

"Buenos días, mamá."

Alejandra was glad her mother had called. It'd been a while since they'd last talked. Not that their conversation would be all that different from the other ones. Her mother, Alicia, would ask her a series of questions about her wellbeing. That was the joy of being an only child; having overprotective parents looking over you a little more carefully than normal. Once Alejandra had given her enough satisfactory responses, the conversation then shifted to her mother's ramblings surrounding her political affairs. According to previous conversations, her professional life was anything but boring. One could make a TV show out of it and be entertained for days without changing the channel.

"¿Y esos tiros?"

Her mother was alarmed. Alejandra had to tell her someone was in the range and she wasn't being gunned down. There was no reassuring the woman, not until Alejandra was back home safe and sound, and it'd be a while before that happened. The two women spoke for a little while longer before hanging up, but not without another reminder about Alejandra's father's upcoming birthday. She hadn't forgotten, but maybe she would purchase a gift online after eating a snack and taking a shower in order to get that out of the way.
Post should be up tomorrow. I'm too tired tonight and tomorrow is my birthday but it's not like I can have a party so Alex will be hitting up the gym!
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Ouchie. I guess there's no "work at home" option for you?

On that topic though, I'm an introvert and have been working at home for six years now, so being quarantined isn't effecting me as badly as I imagined.


Unfortunately no. I'm going through the academy but believe me, I could take a break from the 5 am alarms and daily beatdowns. But good for you for having that option. I've always been curious as to what it's like to work in my PJs.
I still have to show up to work until the state officially shuts down.


@HaleyTheRandom

I've already looked at pricing for the floor ;)
If I move in with my boyfriend, I'm gonna use one of his 5 bedrooms as a black room. I'll paint all the walls and ceiling black, get black floors, black curtains and window shades, black furniture etc. For lighting, I'll use purple lights. I saw a similar design model in Ikea and I fell in love with it. It had a bachelor pad feel to it, but I'd use it as my own private space. Play whatever music I want, drink, practice belly-dancing, and whatever else I feel like doing. No one would be allowed in without my permission. If I'm having a bad day, I'd just go into the room and kick sobriety to the curb all while not knowing whether it's day or nighttime outside.

That's roughly what I have in mind anyway.
This forced "Staycation" from Coronaphobia we are enduring has given me more time for role playing.


Let me know if an RP is born out of boredom. It's been a while and even though I still have to go to training, all the bars and restaurants are shut down so I'll be a homebody when I'm not at work.
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