So after being so fucking productive today I can't believe I'm me, I went to lunch with my friend Joy and then went out for some girltime retail therapy. Of course, my retail therapy consisted of new gym clothes (in grey and black of course because I sweat like everyone at a fat camp combined), an iron maiden shirt, and some MAC lipstick and lipglass. Winning combination no? Joy's retail therapy consisted of an adorable girly denim jacket with a fur collar, some bright girly shirts, and $115 worth of MAC eyeshadows. I got her hooked. Sorry lady 
But yeah, we go out and I buy clothes for a confused tranny and she's all cute and little and yeah. No wonder she has to beat the boys off with a stick. I just look like I am going to beat the boys with one.
Anyhow though, on the productive note, I sent off 4 resumes, spoke to 2 different managers at new gyms, went to 2 banks, paid my credit card bill, went to kinko's, went to get my bike fixed, made a doctor's appointment, and cleaned the hell hole that is my room. This is so unlike me. It usually takes me a week to do a load of laundry.
I guess the fact that I am subconsciously counting the minutes until I can get some goddamn ass this weekend is forcing me to keep my mind off the cock and on more pressing matters.
Oh who am I kidding. COCK COCK COCK.
On a cleaner note, if dude decides he doesn't wanna go to Kool Keith with me tomorrow, I will have 2 extra tickets if anyone would like to be my escorts.
Alright, I'm off to play with make-up and then go get tea. Bye!
But yeah, we go out and I buy clothes for a confused tranny and she's all cute and little and yeah. No wonder she has to beat the boys off with a stick. I just look like I am going to beat the boys with one.
Anyhow though, on the productive note, I sent off 4 resumes, spoke to 2 different managers at new gyms, went to 2 banks, paid my credit card bill, went to kinko's, went to get my bike fixed, made a doctor's appointment, and cleaned the hell hole that is my room. This is so unlike me. It usually takes me a week to do a load of laundry.
I guess the fact that I am subconsciously counting the minutes until I can get some goddamn ass this weekend is forcing me to keep my mind off the cock and on more pressing matters.
Oh who am I kidding. COCK COCK COCK.
On a cleaner note, if dude decides he doesn't wanna go to Kool Keith with me tomorrow, I will have 2 extra tickets if anyone would like to be my escorts.
Alright, I'm off to play with make-up and then go get tea. Bye!
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I take boxing with two different instructors:
Chris's class is more cardio-y - drills, that's kind of stuff. Juan is more technique - like sparring and form and posture. Both are great classes, and both beat the crap out of me.
And there are like 230847235 push ups in both classes, too.
*sweaty*
when are u going to throw down some more pics