Looking, Um, Good.

[katetastrophe]

I've been pretty annoyed since the drag queen episode here at the shop last night. You would think with this upcoming terrifying election, the flattening of half of America by storms and the impending economic, social and fiscal collapse of the world as we know it, I'd be thinking of something else besides me. Yeah, um, no. Not right at the moment

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[carrot_khan]

Hmm. My birthday is coming up....

[katetastrophe]

As in, you want me to buy you Turbo Jam? Or you want a vide of me doing Turbo Jam? Isn't it offensive to give a woman a gift of fitness/weight loss stuff? Or if she asks, it's ok? So, back to my initial question, is that you putting in a requesT?

[carrot_khan]

I'm going to need it to work off all the apple pie you're going to feed me.

I can do yoga tapes day in and day out - but I'm a cardio girl. I need a manly work out to get my body to give up the fat. All those years of soccer....

[katetastrophe]

Seriously. I think part of it is genetic, too. As much as I got some of the Matras metabolism, I'm still half Martin. So all that weight work and resistance got me some nice, firm muscles. And I then come to a tattoo shop and sit here for ten hours so all the muscle is smothered in a one inch layer of blubber. The only thing I have going for me is that I'm an expert at dressing to hide flaws. So no one has any idea that I have jiggly trucker arms and a perpetual muffin top until I get my shirt off. I shit you not when I say I sweat balls just doing the basic level. It looks a little fruity and dancey but I am getting my ass handed to me. Vince even noticed a difference, he was down here this last weekend and I hadn't seen him in 2 weeks, so I know it's working. Well, I guess your birthday present won't be a surprise this year. But when you're the smokin' hottest SAHMILF on the playlot it will be all worth it.

[housegirl]

If I hate my downstairs neighbours as much as I think I will, I'm totally starting that

[katetastrophe]

Seriously. I live in a massive, brick-and-concrete monolith, you could beat on the floors with a hammer and no one would hear it. So the people downstairs from me have no clue when I'm doing this shit at midnight. Why is it, anyway, that the neighbors below are always the worst? Closer to hell, maybe? I have never lived in a place where there was someone below me and not had that person/those people be total and complete maniacs. The last place was a family of 8 Puerto Ricans in a 2 bedroom apartment that listened to salsa music at window-rattling volume all night, singing along off-key all the while. Then Sunday morning would come and it was the spanish religious station. Then their 20 babies started screaming, their little dog began yapping, someone would be in one bedroom having a screaming fight while someone was in the other bedroom having a scremaing fuck. It was all I could do to not torch the building.