| Current mood: |  mischievous |
| Current music: | Ric Segreto's "Loving You" |
you make me feel like a natural...
since saturday, i've been delirious with a natural high.
don't ask me where i got it from. for someone who will be jobless in the foreseeable future, you'd think i'd be in the blackest pit of despair. oh no. instead, i'm disgustingly jolly. friends who have been feeling blah and bleak don't know if they're going to hit me or kiss me because of the unadulterated good vibes i've been sending them.
sometimes, i really wonder about my supposed sanity.
just today, i was dancing in my office. alone.
what can i say? i'm a sucker for danceable beats. play a song that's meant to be danced and i'm there with you, darlin’. doesn't matter if i usually commit murder on the dance floor (thank you, Ms. Sophie Ellis-Bextor) instead of gracing it with fluid movements. doesn't matter if the only dance steps i know will probably condemn any dance teacher worth her shoes to the lowest level of hell. doesn't matter if i probably look like a headless chicken awkwardly sashaying all over the place. i'm gonna dance, dammit, and the finicky be damned. sit on the sidelines if you wish. i ain't sitting this set – or any set – out.
i find Wild Cherry's Play That Funky Music irresistible. and that was what the player was playin' when i stood up from my chair, locked the door, sealed all the blinds. then, i just closed my eyes and worked it, baby. i swear, every time that song is played, anywhere, you can bet that i will be moving in rhythm to it. there is no force on this universe that can stop me from following its beat, whether with my whole body, my fingers, my feet...
i'm hopeless.
when i'm possessed by the music, i just have to move. i can't NOT move. it seems like an insult to the song if you don't give it proper homage via dance, regardless of skill (or lack thereof). i may not have the moves, but i got rhythm, honey.
when the song was over, i collapsed on my blue chair (dang, i love how comfy and welcoming that chair is!) to catch my breath. that felt oh-so-wonderful. after a while, i stood up. unlocked the door and adjusted the blinds.
afterwards, i couldn't stop grinning the rest of the day. i grinned at the door. i grinned at the computer screen. i grinned at the maintenance crew. i grinned at my own reflection in my pocket mirror.
cuh-ray-zee. that's what i am.
and i sang along with every song that blared out of the player. in particular, Gabrielle's Sunshine just brought out the closet chanteuse in me. sunshine through my window/that's what you are/my shining star/making me feel/i'm on top of the world/telling me i'll go far....
i don't know if i need help or if i need to find a new job, pronto.
but dang, i feel deliciously, wickedly G-O-O-D.
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