Just call me Missy Lolly Sixx from now on

Ya, so, that's my new hip hop name. You betta recognize!

Wow, that was so dorky. Anyways.....

My last strip hop class was last night. I'm pretty happy to be done looking like an asshat with it. I'm sore today. She told us the last class would be the most difficult. I just really didn't believe her, because she looks like this.



**Ps. The girl on the very left may or may not be the actual instructor.

It was the most sexy looking routine so far. (Ok, so, it would have been, had we not looked like a bunch of retards.) I think I put my back out and pulled a friggen neck muscle with all the hair flipping, and shit. Thank God I am not aspiring to be a hip hop stripper! (Is there even such a thing?) Those bitches have it rough.

"Today's strippers ain't got no soul!"

I've been committed to participating in two classes a week. One at the hip hop place, and one at TortureRUs Clubmynx. So last Wednesday morning I slept in too late to make the 6am class. To make up for it, I went to a class after work on Thursday. Remember how I said I turn red when I work out? Well this was a whole nother level of redness, let me tell you.

(Yes, I know that "nother" is not a real word.)

(Screw you all. I ain't no illiterate!)

Anycrap, this class was called "Sweat Express". Um, they should really call it "Get Your Fat Ass In Here And Work It Off, Or We Will Yell At You!".

Tomorrow I have a class called "Lovely Legs". WTF does that mean, how do you get lovely legs in one hour? I can only imagine.