Friday, 31 August 2012

The best kind of love



Just got home from my PT session with Fabian. He compleately killed me, and I was still dead from three days ago. I don't think I have ever sweat as much as I did today. I could litterally squeez out the sweat from my top. And when I was on my knees on the floor, I could glide here and there. I hated it and I loved it, the best kind of love.

Time to get ready for a Gaga night out!

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