Since watching BLACK SWAN last night, I’m convinced there’s a Swan Queen ballerina deep down in me somewhere. I did ballet for a few years back in 2003, never making it en pointe, but I think that’s why this desire has manifested so rapidly. I have this strange invisible pull on my soul to plié my ass off. Tondu muthafucka, tondu (thats a ballet move for all those that aren’t familiar, it rhymes with fondue). Last night I tried to do a ballet DVD, in full ballet attire (LOLZ), and had to quit in 10 mins because I got too dizzy and fainted. Fail on my part. BUT that doesn’t mean I’m giving up just yet! No, not me, I’m not a quitter. I am determined to be the Swan Queen, muthafucka! Even if it means letting a strange French dude with curly hair fondle me.
I’m going to go stab my face with a nail file now! Have a beautiful Sunday <3
PS. I’m doing these updates from my phone so I don’t know if they look weird or what
