This morning, I ran 1.5 miles and did a solid muscle-toning routine. I ate my cereal, had my coffee, and read the paper out on the porch. When Grisha got off work, we went on a close-to-2-mile bike ride to Hillendale park (there were many hills), went on a romantic walk in my ideal summer weather (75 degrees, windy!), and biked back to his apartment to make lunch. We watched some British tv shows, took care of our cat, and biked back to my house. Then came time for dinner and I made vegetarian afritada, which turned out yummy and fulfilling. Then we read ourselves to sleep (at least he did).
Is this life boring? Is this what being too "couple-y" means?
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I hate summer.
รก Propos de Moi
- JessicaRoxanne
- I like pretty things, owls, books, making dresses, writing songs, collecting cameras, cooking and baking, exploring my viola, and playing showtunes on the piano.
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