Working Out

[azurelunatic]

Sis had noted, the night before last, that I had been losing weight, and that I would really attract a lot of attention if I wore tank tops, due to the size of my breasts. I told Sis that the only male attention I really wanted to attract would be that of Darkside, Dave-in-Germany (gods bless, dear, wherever you are now...), and Adam. I commented yesterday morning to Darkside that Sis was trying to get me to wear tank tops, but that I thought it wasn't such a great idea. I gestured down at my body, which is still far from my personal ideal. Darkside made some short, almost throwaway, comment about me and a gym. I doubt he remembers he said anything.

Last night found me working out in the apartment complex's weight room, a place I had not visited since the intitial tour around the complex when we first moved in.

When I get buff, I'm gonna kick his ass. I don't do too bad a job of it already, so this should be fun.

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Oh yes...

[azurelunatic]

and "kick his ass" is meant in the nicest way possible -- "Darkside" is that very nice blond computer geek that Sis (my roommate) was dating the last time you visited. We have the sort of friendship where we beat each other up on a regular basis, and everybody's happy.