It's a Sunday in New Westminster and I've been a busy single girl. Got up early to watch Corrie Street (what is with the recent crime wave?) and clean up and eat and yog - and prepare for the arrival of my quartet, The Sonic Project. It was just like an episode of Sex in the City - almost. Except without all the beautiful bodies, and fabulous clothes, and the dining out and the Cosmopolitans and the constant sex and...well you get the idea. I'm living in a dream world. But I do plan on seeing the new Sex in the City movie tonight, with a fellow dyke who is as fashion-conscious as yours truly. Yup, there will be denim and flip flops and fleece, I tell you! It will be magnificent. I don't know why I love this show and these movies, but I do. It's like cotton candy. I know it's not really good for me but it goes down so easily. And it's so gosh darned pretty! The stomach ache will be worth it.