|one year of bobby magee.|
1. Gymnastics. Bobby. Relax yourself, fool. Otherwise you're going to crash through everything.
2. Move it, heifer. I hate working out. I hate pretending like getting fit is a priority for me. I like to sit. All the time. But, hey--lazy people can do fitness goals, too! Alternate yoga days with sit up days, and take the dogs on their forty five minute walk every day. That's about as much as I can reasonably muster.
3. Lengthenings. These mysteriously come and go with Bobby. When they're there, they're fabulous. When they're not, he's just running around like an asshole. So I'd like to get them more consistent. And I'd like to get them on video for you guys because they're pretty fucking awesome when he consents to doing them correctly.
4. First tests. I haven't really looked at these since I printed them off when they first came out. I'd like to at least start picking them apart and working on pieces.