Thursday, Jun. 04, 2015 @ 1:45 pm
I just wrote an essay about the disappointing relationship that I have with my sister. I decided to shelve it and instead tell you that I went to a hot yoga class in Yaletown and therefore am fully Vancouverized in the most cliched way.
(For reference, it was like doing yoga in an easy bake oven, and the bootcamp style of instruction would probably not be appreciated by Gandhi.)