What the eff? ::pant:: Level 2 is just not nice. ::gasp:: J was called back into work for the night, so I decided I would give level 2 a try. After all, I didn't want be humiliated when I inevitably wilted in front of the television. I am currently hating life.
Jillian, if I ever get my hands on your skinny muscly neck I swear to the heavens above that I will wring it until you are lifeless. Do you hear me? I hate you. My thighs hate you, my arms hate you. You are Satan.
Level 2 is crazy hard! I understand that I'm a weenie, but Dear Jesus H. Christ I've sweat like I've never sweat before. I honestly may not be able to do this two days in a row.
I'm going to go crawl in a hole now...