I went to the gym last night for the first time in about two weeks. Following a brutal workout my brother sent me, by the time I got to the last move which involved me balancing on the half-ball thing while doing a military press, I was literally trembling from my neck to my feet. Sucked.
Well, there is nothing like a good workout to get the blood flowing, especially to one's swimsuit parts. I decided to take advantage of my new resident boyfriend and use his wiener for some late night relief. On a twin-size bed shoved against the wall. Bad idea. We were like two fat kids chasing the ice cream truck; we weren't going to give up not matter how many times we had to stop to catch our breath and wipe the sweat out of our eyes. It wasn't pretty and today my legs feel like rubber.
In related news: I forgot to put on deodorant this morning. My friend had some Speed Stick in her desk, the old skool green kind, so I smell like boys' gym class 1987. Pretty.
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