05.12.06

Sore muscles! Sore muscles! Sore muscles! And I know it's gonna be worse tomorrow.

I'm hoping that Stuff'll help me work some of those kinks out. Considering the oh-so-naughty picture that I sent to him this afternoon, that shouldn't take much (okay, any) persuasion.

Look at me, all powerful and strong and confident. Damn. When did that happen?

If the nice weather holds, and the bike's running, I may start teaching myself how to ride an English motorcycle this weekend. Unless I'm being plied with strawberries and wickedness.

Keep your fingers crossed; either one would make me happy. Both? Oh my heavens.

Be faboo.

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