small wonder like vicky
shoutout to talib,lyrics sticks to my ribs, for inspiration coming from bumpin' his (and mos') joint last nite in my crib.
so, guess who just got a letter from the bcrpa saying that she passed her fitness theory course and is one step closer to becoming an aquafit instructor?! aw yeah...i screamed and jumped up and down and sang the first song that came to my head at the top of my lungs (it happened to be re-definition...best alliance in hip hop wo-oh) and then called my dad.
i decided not to go to see the movie i had planned for this afternoon because things would then be too squishy. instead, i chose to lounge air-drying with Chuck Palaniuk's latest. i was feeling like eating nachos and watching bridget jone's last nite, but it was sold out so i settled for Sideways, which is my new favorite movie of the moment, something about unlucky writers disgruntled in love...and irrational behaviour, gets me every time. it was pretty freaking hilarious, even though i had to watch it from the front row, and i smuggled in my vietnamese sub and pickles. i did come out feeling better, so i suppose solo cinematic experiences may be my drug of choice.
this morning, i was reminded why i go to yoga, and that i'm building something here, and i need to recommit. later, i'm hopefully gonna make it to the kickboxing class, my session of personal training and then it's limo ride to peelerville for my photographer Kinder Surprise's celebration numba 2 of the ol' nineteenth, the Fruitloop and I didn't quite make it past the lineup of the first...but we left her in good hands and picked up Billy Bob on the corner for some calamari and conversation...a lil' more my speed. oh well, all4now.
