pistolita

I am officially working out 5 or 6 nights a week. My body is a fucking muscle machine, and I'm flexible as hell. I'd like to shoot a saucy new set with this amazing body.

Oddly enough, I'm eating so much food. I out eat boys twice my size, and smile at them when I finish an entire plate of anything. I devour food. People ask where it goes... I don't know. I have a hollow leg. It sure as hell isn't going to my boobs. Although the ass may be growing, but in all honesty, I can't keep the fat on me. I kind of wanted it back.. but it won't stick. Sigh. The grass is always greener?

It's fucking December already. I can't even believe that shit. I have so much traveling to do in the next few months. I'm planning on San Fran for a New Years party I was invited to go-go for. But before that I have a week of Christmas in Montana. Ugh. Do you think I can honestly last a week? We'll see I guess. Ughhhhh. Snow.

The end of my night now includes:

*eating more food before bed, which is horrible but I'm so starving.
*jager bomb
*a joint.


I <3 life. It's been good.

<3 Pistolita