heart sink
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That’s the only way I can describe what takes over my body when I settle into watch last night’s Girlicious, hit the List button on my remote and see that my DVR is empty. Really? I mean, am I upset that I upgraded to HD Cable? No. Am I upset that the 3 years of saved scheduled recordings has to be reaccumulated? Yes. Not that it would’ve helped me in the case of Girlicious, but it’s the principal of it. I also know that I can watch the same episode again tomorrow, but now people know what’s going to happen before I do and that kills me.
So, Saturday I was at hip hop yoga (the second time in my yoga journey that I’ve done this and both times it’s been ridiculously hard) and this song came on and I instantly liked it, but didn’t know who it was. I spent the next three days googling what I thought were the lyrics, but kept coming up short. Last night on a whim, I was feeling whimsy, I tried again. Jackpot. I was sooo excited and dance, dance, danced to the :30 preview on iTunes. I bought it immediately, so I dance, dance, danced to it on repeat while getting ready this morning.
Superstar by Lupe Fiasco.
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