 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Bellatrix Lestrange at on 16.05. at 05:17:35 i pushed myself past my limits today, suffering from overexertion and overheating to the point of vomiting. why'd it have to be during my trip to the dance shop? today hasn't been good for me at all, and nobody's to blame but me. 'course, it was "across town," which is significant since our new town has something of a "big city" feel to it. chuck was only too eloquent: "you're out of shape!" he's right, too... anyhoo, i got a cute pink short-sleeved leotard and some jazz pants. (no tights - i know, i scared myself) chuck acc#mpanied me, since they were for him. there were a few people shopping there, and chuck lost his nerve to leave the dressing room as planned. (that is so LIKE him, unfortunately, but i understand why - what would some of the older parents of younger kids think?) i caught a glimpse of the clerks checking out his stocking feet. luckily, the bike ride home was downhill, and it had cooled off enough. i don't think i want to even look at a pizza for a long time to c%me, though. Bellatrix Lestrange(somehow i feel we fools who love will have the right in the end, and i'm stoned to the bone.)wearing: pink leotard, pink baryshnikov's, and playing footsie with jay in his cute jazz pants and pink tightshoping: to have an end to this single lifedrinking: lots of water. hey, who isn't thirsty after they puke their brains out? Answers to this message: |
