colour my life

The Hulk? You? Wow…where is my lesbian arm strength when I need it? If anything, I’m a bit more motivated now to actually use my gym membership — that is, if I have time. You’re moving into your own place right? Sounds like a good time. The freedom that you have when living alone is…magical. Except too much freedom at times. To the point where you actually spend hours debating whether or not a shower is necessary when you aren’t even going outside….um, you know, I’ve heard that from a friend.

I've always been a really active person --  think it's a family thing. My dad and all of my brothers minus one have careers in sports, if fighting can be considered a sport but my dad is adamant that boxing is. I don't think they would have allowed me to be lazy if I even wanted to be as a kid, so it's just kind of stuck with me. I feel great after a work-out, so if you ever need a gym buddy and some extra motivation, then I'm your girl. -- I take it you've been really busy, then? How is work going? Debating over whether or not to take a shower...yes, Sophia, sounds like it really is magical. Though, I have too admit, I have the occasional lazy day where I just don't get out of bed at all unless it's to open the door for my food delivery -- and to pee, of course. Those days are a rare bliss. 

If I needed an excuse for that, I think I could find something more creative, don’t you? I’m just… enjoying the scenery. You know. …I’m gonna just put this down here for a sec. Not because I need a rest or anything, I just want to make sure you’re not trying to take the bricks from the walls out of here.

Maybe, though it is also possible that your creativity is taking a bit of a rest after writing a number of hit songs. A well deserved rest. You now, I think it looks better empty than it did full...never much felt like home anyway, I wasn't here enough to consider it one. Just a pit stop along the way. Hopefully I'll actually spend more time in my new place. Mhm...sure, I have some things I need to check on anyway so no point in you holding it longer than necessary. -- Are you snooping? I told you not to snoop! 

I am fine, I’m Spiderman, Fliss, it’s all good, it’s all great, this box is as light as a feather. You should be worried about my accidentally crushing it, that’s what you should be worried about, pft. Pft. ——did you hide one of your murdered bodies in here or something?

Even Spider-Man had his bad days, and it is really late so he could be sleepy and not up to his best. I'm more concerned about the crushing of your toes, because if you can't move around for several weeks that I'm going to have to get you around for several weeks, and I am in demand now, haven't you heard? Places to go, people to see...boxes to move. -- Well, actually... Elijah really pissed me off this morning and I may have lost my temper. Best not took look in the box. 

I've been working out a lot more than before... I could probably beat the Hulk in an arm wrestling match, or at least put up a pretty damn good fight. Couch bonding sounds like bliss right now, and once I am all moved in I plan to become fully acquainted with mine. -- Sounds like a good plan, we can just say it was for time purposes. Which technically is true since I have to be out of here within the hour. 

Excuse you, Miss Fliss. I am a strong manly man, okay, I’ve totally got this. No worries. …Seriously though, what are you moving, boxes of bricks? Is this necessary?

I can see that. In the last five minutes you have managed to move it all of two steps, very manly, very strong. Unless you're just looking for an excuse to stay in my bedroom for longer. -- I honestly have no idea what is in which box, you probably have a mixture of pointless kitchen appliances and knickers in there. But don't go snooping. 

— The struggle is that obvious, huh? I swear I tried to keep it all the emotion controlled in my face but my arms are just too weak for this. I don’t want to make you do all the work, though! You’re moving out and it’s a pretty big time. Enjoy it…and I’ll try to walk quickly with the box so we can get out. I moved most of my stuff into my apartment now by myself, although I had Noah and Dorian there to help with the heavy lifting.

I think I may have crammed too much stuff into each box, but I'm not much of a packer and I get bored too easily with stuff like that. I've probably put something ridiculously heavy in there with something else ridiculously heavy. How about I grab one end and you grab the other and we get it done in half the time? I'm sure I will enjoy it, I'm just not used to living on my own. I moved out of my dads house straight in with Hannah and Jen, and now we're all off doing our own stuff so living on my own just seemed like the best option. Easier that way, I suppose. And I have always been independent so it shouldn't be too much of a challenge. Boys are vile at times, but I have to admit that living with them is fun. I miss living with all my brothers...