Art is the daughter of freedom.
Friedrich Schiller

I ran my ass off at the gym today except I wasn't running. I was having sex with a machine. I was listening to the soundtrack on this site plus about six other tunes that aren't here. I was dancing with the hottest guy in the gym and he was like a brick wall. He didn't move an inch while I leaned into him for an hour and ten. Mr Machine could hold his own while I jammed on him.  It was hot.

Nothing wrong with a little fantasy in the gym -right?

My boyfriend drove off and left me. Good thing I had my own car.  

Yeah babies, life's always a trip.

love ya, V.L.