I do what I want

I love wearing tights but I hear the not as pants movement. I wish I was like one friend who wears fancy tights with such panache. I often sigh and utter that I would love to wear them with such je ne sais quoi (which is not true - je sais quoi, pure sex). I then get tights, see myself in the mirror - and by see myself, I mean a distorted image - and take them off. 

I wish, wish I had thought to bring water with me. Ever since my camping master made me weight conscious I hate anything that is extra weight. I can pack for 3 days, (work/play/dance-a-thon) in one large-ish purse. I cannot wait to live downtown and not sherpa all my shit around. I feel maybe there is a lesson I am to supposed to be learning in all the time spent on public transit. Oh, sweet time in stasis, I exist. What is my lesson? What am I avoiding? (Don't tell me! lalalala...) I do often love this time to myself. When my iPod is on that is, for I love solace. And belly dancing! Sometimes. I should have a book with me though. I did give Jay-Z' s bio an arching glance but then again it's a big'un. (that's what she said) 


It's chilly out so am thankful I gave in to the notion (reality) winter is here. I am a season denier. I also have a hotter than normal (normal being a qualitative, unsubstantiated word, I know) body temperature and so wear flippy floppies past the point that it looks ok. I hate my feet covered though, too hot. 
My iPod just had a really good streak - what sounds like love to me. Music for saying what I can't,  or haven't had a chance to yet. 


Part of me is so fancy, I love the time spent getting dolled up - dancing in my underwear, pouring on my nice smelling lotion, taking the time to jack up my eyeballs, give myself a sultry look after I get my outfit on. A saucy toss of the hair and a 'Yes, I am goddamn hot' strut. Watch out. 

Part of me feels like this guy:

 
I went to a training session at a yoga studio for an energy exchange which means I will exchange my time once a week for unlimited practice and I am totes mcgotes excited to get flexible. And have a strong core and inner peace with a dash of inner peace. I also am a huge fan of the bartering system and feel it should make a come back. 

I'm trying to get over my fear of sharks. So misunderstood, poor things. You should give the Shark Week series a gander, 'tis illuminating. For instance, did you know those bitches haven't changed in tens of thousands of years? The rest of us are whirligigs of cell evolution. They only 'attack' when sick or dying because we look like seals (so delicious to the toothy set) from below and the slow moving kind. I mean, chances aren't good you'll catch me in more than 4 feet of open water as I give nature the side eye when no one's looking. However! Maligned, poor sharks. 

Remember that time in Helsinki?

And THAT, my friends is how my brain works. 

a haiku:

Wish I spoke French well
oh gluteus maximus
are those your nachos?

xo