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Recently, like a traitor to my people, I’ve started working out. i hate exercise- EXCEPT in the form of sex & ab crunches only as a byproduct of giving blow jobs (the ones where you’re lying on your back and the dude’s above you-you know what I’m talking about!) so working out in any other way shape or form is totally out of my comfort zone.
I’ll ONLY do exercise that lets me wear flip flops to bare feet and leggings! I’m not into ANYTHING that might force me to cross the sleek lines of leggings & hooters shorts & a light 50 cotton 50 poly deep v OR an easy breezy Sebastian Tellier sexuality tank WITH super dorky, ugly, monster sized, clunky sneakers. no thank you!!!
so, with that deep rooted decision having been made, I’m only able to do Pilate’s and/or yoga. SO BE IT! this is obviously gods intention for me.
I haven’t had pizza in 5 years and I’m still not as fit as I’d like to be…so i gotta fucking start exercising. but you know what REALLY inspires me? PICKING THE OUTFIT FOR EACH AND EVERY WORKOUT SESH WITH MY SUPER SEXY HOT BABE TRAINER!!!
Who knew you could shop for tote bags, work out gear and LOVE- all in one place? AMERICAN FUCKING APPAREL! next to the apple store (there will be an entire post dedicated to that place SOON), whole foods and a rave…this place is MAN MECCA!
And on an early morning visit to an American Apparel on main street in Santa Monica California (there’s even a starbucks across the street- can you handle it muthah-fuckahs), i got side tracked during my ‘work out gear shopping quest’ by the gleam of an adorable young shop boys braces in my peripheral vision. i bought what i needed, then dragged the dude into a quiet corner to have a chat. xo