At My Fighting Weight

Mind you, this was last summer.  I fucked my hip up in November and have barely been able to walk, let alone lift weights.  But hot damn, I looked good!  Tomorrow afternoon I'm getting a cortisone shot and I can't even tell you how excited I am. 

Since I'm Popular Again

My immediate reaction is to retreat, and I have definitely retreated in the past couple months.  It hasn't all been my doing:  any time I start to become able to stand on my own two feet, life decides to knock me the fuck down.  When I started doing porn again I promised myself to be a normal porn s̶t̶a̶r̶ model and only talk about my hot sexual encounters and hot sexy things...  but that is just not what I am good at.  Le sigh.  Back to more stories of depressing encounters.  Aren't you excited?