Pendejos de mi vida.
This is your :::MONDAY FRESH::: coming to you late, but WHATEVER. It’s fucking here.
We have so many vibes going off today. Like SO MANY. Look
Those squiggles. Yeah. Those are vibes, people. THOSE are vibes.
I also just love to say the word “vibes.” “Did you have vibes with him/her?” “Were you vibing him/her/that?” It’s so stupid that it’s great. You know what’s also great? Joker. Like douchebag. i.e.: “Sorry joker, not interested.” “Get off my vagina, you joker.” I recommend using both in context over the next 24-hours. Put that vocabulary to good use, people!
Want to see something funny? Honey Buns Delight decided to wear the shirt I got him.
He was rewarded for his good behavior, with THIS balls-out breakfast…
YES. THAT’S ORGANIC, SPROUTED GRAIN TOAST WITH ORGANIC SMASHED AVOCADO (with salt+lemon juice+red pepper flakes to season) TOPPED WITH ORGANIC MUTHA-FUCKIN’ CHIA SEEDS IN THE SHAPE OF OUR INITIALS, NEXT TO ORGANIC, UNCURED EXTRA CRISPY BACON, NEXT ORGANIC SCRAMBLED EGGS, SONNNNNN!
…Drop tha mic…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S.: I said organic 5 times. This breakfast is organic-to-the-5th-power. Who wants to punch me in the face?
I have one more announcement, then I’ll leave you with a bomb of knowledge for the eve…
I will be teaching an exclusive, sunset, tres sexual, rooftop Pilates mat class soooooon! (That was a lot of adjectives). It will be limited to 10 bodies. If you’re interested in finding out more about it (and I don’t already know you well), send an email to lconstantiner at gmail dot com. Haaaayyyyyyyaaaayyyy ~~~
I love you. Namaste.