Confession #2

I don't know why I feel like I should let you in on all or most of my secrets...

But I have a confession. Again. Here's confession #1

I am a closet rap fan.

That's right ya'll. Rap.

Last September on my 2oth birthday my sister Monica convinced me to go to Zumba with her.

I was a bit reluctant because anything that starts with a "z" instantly sounds intimidating.

But I went.

This started my obsession with Zumba, The Warehouse, and strobe lights.

Soon I found myself listening to Black Eyed Peas, Kat Da Luna, and yes, even Pitbull. Hahahaha!

The funny or sad depending on how you look at it thing is

whenever I get homesick here at the Y I listen to a little "Boom Boom Pow" and

I'm right as rain again.

I think there's something wrong with me.

xo

Post Edit: I couldn't resist. Enjoy my homies:)