"you're like voo-doo, honey...."

so instead of sticking pins and needles through the dolls of friends and foes, i've decided to reacquaint myself with dancing tonight. i haven't danced in a studio in almost about 4 years. i don't know if it's because my body knows what's coming, or if i've had one too many cups of coffee today, but my legs can't stop jivving around. granted, it's a hip-hop class, but it's an excuse to move about in front of a wall's length mirror while pretending that one day i'll have the opportunity to dance in sync with the pussycat dolls. hahah riiiiiight. i opted for this over yoga.... i'm not much one for mediation. my idea of mediation is a bottle of wine. maybe when my body becomes dishelved and no longer functions in the way dance and cardio requires, yoga will be there for me.