“What Games Are You Playing With Me?” Wednesday, July 9, 2008

 

My dear own Triceps,

 

Just what are you up to? Everytime I am champing at the bit to form some firm flesh out of you, you threaten me with pain so dreadful I can’t reach my back without literally crying in great pain and fearing my arms would snap in two! What’s wrong with you?!

 

I am just recovering from the last trick you have unabashedly employed and it happening for two times just at those moments I have been eagerly following a program designed to make you look acceptable could not have been mere coincidence but the works of an evil thing with a crooked motive that you are!

 

You know, I do not appreciate you reminding me of my age everytime I raise my arms and you quite tauntingly swing your extra baggage at me like a pendulum. I wish you would stop playing games with me.

 

My dear triceps, I do not intend to be rid of you, I just wanted you to drop those bags you seem to grapple like bags of goodies. They’re not you know? I have to take this test just to convince myself that hope is not lost and there’s still time to make things happen.

 

 

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I hope I am making myself clear, then, that the next time I try taking out those dumbbells, I do not want to end up lying in bed for days and wishing the pain would go away.

 

I’ll see you soon.

 

 

Obstinately yours,

Chell