fiNALLY
tonight, I got to fight someone.
And I have just been so angry and so pent up and just needed to fucking tear someone down or get my ass handed to me.
Both happened.
I work with a good dude who is one hell of a fighter. He is the perfect balance of a guy who doesn’t have mommy issues (uh, a lot of them do) but he also isn’t afraid to fucking hit me hard because he knows that if I’m at this level, it’s because I can take a hit.
Those dudes are few and far between and they are just gems.
I’ve already been in like, a fucking bunker with him for hours on end on a few occasions lately, and considering how we routinely get a fucking Q-Tip shoved up into our brains, I thought it was pretty safe to relax some of the physical distancing measures. Plus he took one look at me and just went “...you wanna go, don’t you?”
I needed it.
And it hurt. It hurt so good. This dude--he’s big. He’s super fucking strong. And he hits hard.
It’s my fucking favourite.
I’m covered in bruises and I think he cracked my rib.
moRE. MORE MORE MORE.
