All She Wants to Do Is, All She Wants to Do is Dance. Can You Feel the Heat? I played soccer on Sunday, and I am so sore! I was filling in on my friend's husband's team. I haven't played since I was nine. The other people played in college, and continue to play. Oh geez, I felt silly, but it was fun. It was at night, and it was raining but warm, and I liked watching the rain come down through the lights of the field. My other friend is having a birthday party on Friday at a club, and all I want to do is dance, dance, dance. Then on Saturday my previously mentioned friend is having a housewarming party, then wants to go dancing after that. Oh, I'm such a socialite! What should I get her? A plant? This morning, before I got in the shower, I danced naked in front of the mirror. Oh, it is so good to dance. I was trying to move my hips more. I am no black woman, I'm white, so cut me some slack. Was that racist? Maybe racist against whites because they can't dance? Maybe I should delete all that and just stay PC. Oh fuck. Anyway, I was trying to move my hips more, because acornotravez told me once that I needed to, and I agree. One time we went dancing at the Groovy Mule, and we were up on a platform, and guys were giving us dollar bills. I didn't like that one bit. It's equivalent to paying your girlfriend for sex. Yuck. Not that I haven't had a sugar daddy. Oh, never mind. I just want to say that I love coffee. Strong coffee made in a moka pot, or espresso. With a little milk, no sugar. When it's really good, it reminds me of chocolate. Back to work kiddo! |