I went to the mad
gym this morning to get my new fitness schedule. Hopefully, when I check back in, 3 months from now, I will be 15 pounds thinner and in better shape. The pool is way nicer than Webb's. I could actually swim in it without my skin burning. Their whirlpool is way cleaner, too. I was able to sit in it for 15 minutes after my laps without feeling like a boiled potato.
Don't even get me started on the steam room. Sweet jesus, it's great. My lungs feel a hundred million times better than they did before and I generally feel boneless.
So, yep... This reminds me of why I wanted to join the gym in the first place. Plus, I can take yoga and pilates if I want and it's all included in the membership. Mind you, this is $12 more than I was paying.
Does warming KY sound really gross to anyone else? I mean, why warm it. It's not like vaginas are really cold.... unless you're fucking the dead.... in which case, yea, go ahead and use that warming lube.
"Shit honey, your cunt is like ice tonight. Maybe we should use the warming lube!"
KY makes me all itchy and burny during sex anyhow. WET bothers me to. I'm evidently allergic to everything.
I want piggie pajamas! I'm watching Bridget Jones and that girl has wicked cute piggie pajamas. I've got some, too, but the top is too small for my bust. Damned small tops.
I'm starving. We're going out to lunch with Donna, but Steven's still showering. I'm going to start chewing on the couch if he's not out soon. Meh, I suppose I could nibble on leftovers.