Ha. Ha. Ha.

[lunesque]

Have I told anyone that Detective!John is making me do crazy exercise things like push ups? Of course, last week was the worst part of the month for me, so he left me alone, but now he's all like, we have to get back into the swing of things!

Hence, the bonding that Rodney and I have done over the last day.


Det!John: Drop and give me fifty!

Me and Rodney: Ha. Yeah, right.

Det!John: What about that link you have on your computer, about the push up program? Do that!

Me: Oh, fine.

Rodney: Don't let him boss you around! What we actually want is chocolate!

Me: *after six push ups* Fuck this. I'm too tired. I'm going to bed.

Det!: John: ...well, that's three better than what you managed last time. We're making progress!

Rodney: Fuck off and die, Sheppard.

*The next morning*

Me and Rodney: Oh, god, I'm dead. There's no way I can move. Why can't I move? We're CRIPPLED. Sheppard has CRIPPLED US.

Det!John: It was six push ups! How can everything hurt this much?

Me and Rodney: We hate you.

Alex: Christ, I hate you. You do realize that anything you force her to do tortures everyone, right?

Me: Hot pad. Now.

Rodney: OMG you have one? I love you.

Me and Rodney: *basks in warmth*

Det!John: It's 110 degrees outside and you guys are rubbing up against a heating pad. Incredible.

Comments

[scheherezhad]

My muses are so background right now. If they weren't, there's a good chance my John would be pushing me to do something like that, too, since I've been trying to stick to an exercise routine lately. Instead, I just set my homepage to my IJ with a nagging post at the top to remind me to work out before I settle in at the computer. And there are no pushups, bwa ha.

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

For some reason, I got it into my head that it would be good for my arm strength. Ever since then, John has just run away with it. I'm going to commit muse homicide for the first time, and it will be Detective John Sheppard. Oh, yes.