Best phone conversation I've had in a long time:
Me: I just passed a truck with the bumper sticker "Show Me Your Hooters."
Bridge: Are you gonna?
Me: No...
Bridge: Why?
Me: I'm dur-riving!
Bridge: So?!
Me: A State Fleet!
Bridge: True.
Notice how we did not, at any point, discuss the sexist/gross implications of the aforementioned bumper sticker. Instead, I was encouraged to "show him my hooters," and perhaps would have had I been in my own vehicle, and not one with freakin' Mount Rushmore plastered all over it.
Great Faces, Great Places, indeed.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
What a Fun, Sexy Time for You
You people.
You people hit it hard.
You just party all night, don't you?
This morning, first thing I did was check to make sure my debit and credit cards were still in my wallet. I'm just saying there were some shady people here towards dawn...
(also, um, I think there is pot on my dresser. not like a bag or anything, but there is something that looks like a scattering of oregano on the top of my bedroom dresser. do what you will with that information.)
I stepped outside this afternoon, looked at the driveway and said, "Jesus, it looks like Bosnia out here." I don't know what that has to do with all you revelers, but I think there is a link.
FAVORITE MOMENTS OF BIRTHDAY BASH 2007:
*K-Fed making an appearance.
*Boys in white athletic socks and piles of Nike shoes. Wait. Is it 1997?
*Bringing Sexy back.
*Taking a Chance On Me.
*The geese!
*Marcia putting Britney Spears to shame.
*Breaking Bridget's "one-at-a-time-in-the-bathroom" rule.
*Bridget's enthusiasm for penises. (This happened after tequila shot #3.)
*Dancing. Dancing. Dancing.
Well, I'm off to swiffer the kitchen floor and Grade. Those. Last. Four. Midterms.
Ugh. I'm also going to see if I can't get myself motivated to put a bra on for the day.
This is me, hungover and happy, with a weird lazy eye, six days after I turned 26 years old.
Thanks for making my birthday week totally, totally awesome.
You people hit it hard.
You just party all night, don't you?
This morning, first thing I did was check to make sure my debit and credit cards were still in my wallet. I'm just saying there were some shady people here towards dawn...
(also, um, I think there is pot on my dresser. not like a bag or anything, but there is something that looks like a scattering of oregano on the top of my bedroom dresser. do what you will with that information.)
I stepped outside this afternoon, looked at the driveway and said, "Jesus, it looks like Bosnia out here." I don't know what that has to do with all you revelers, but I think there is a link.
FAVORITE MOMENTS OF BIRTHDAY BASH 2007:
*K-Fed making an appearance.
*Boys in white athletic socks and piles of Nike shoes. Wait. Is it 1997?
*Bringing Sexy back.
*Taking a Chance On Me.
*The geese!
*Marcia putting Britney Spears to shame.
*Breaking Bridget's "one-at-a-time-in-the-bathroom" rule.
*Bridget's enthusiasm for penises. (This happened after tequila shot #3.)
*Dancing. Dancing. Dancing.
Well, I'm off to swiffer the kitchen floor and Grade. Those. Last. Four. Midterms.
Ugh. I'm also going to see if I can't get myself motivated to put a bra on for the day.
This is me, hungover and happy, with a weird lazy eye, six days after I turned 26 years old.
Thanks for making my birthday week totally, totally awesome.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Here's Looking at You, Kid
Here are the coolest things I saw on my walk yesterday. If I could figure out how to format captions for these pictures, I would do it. I can't make my sentences line up right. What's wrong with me? (Stupid Blogger, messing things up.)
Anywho, I give you my:
Tulips! I planted them in November and they are now coming up!
The edgy and existential wreckage of the old med building.
The Boob Haus.
The realtor, because I just can't help myself.
Chill. (Sorry, BrontoRen, I had you rotated and saved that way on my desktop, but I don't know what the fuck I am doing on Blogger. Seriously.)
And a totally sweet photo of my fave things: A Ford Foci with a NoDak license plate AND a wicked awesome bumper sticker.
COOLEST THINGS I SAW ON MY WALK YESTERDAY, 1st Edition:
Anywho, I give you my:
Tulips! I planted them in November and they are now coming up!
The edgy and existential wreckage of the old med building.
The Boob Haus.
The realtor, because I just can't help myself.
Chill. (Sorry, BrontoRen, I had you rotated and saved that way on my desktop, but I don't know what the fuck I am doing on Blogger. Seriously.)
And a totally sweet photo of my fave things: A Ford Foci with a NoDak license plate AND a wicked awesome bumper sticker.
COOLEST THINGS I SAW ON MY WALK YESTERDAY, 1st Edition:
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Burning Hills
Last evening.
When I got home,
I sat out on the cement stoop for awhile.
An imperfect evening:
a little bit of cool wind, grackles balancing on the feeder,
prayer flags taking whatever it is I pray for
to someone who will collect them,
jog them into a tidy stack,
keep them for when I'll really
need my knees and palms.
You came and I leaned into you.
You remind me of the burning hills from home.
The lignite coal veins snaking
underneath the broken ground,
smoldering.
For hundreds of years, they keep
their heat.
Watch them, the farmers say,
It's been a dry winter.
I like how your dark hair hangs.
I like how we don't know the fire
that lies beneath these burning hills.
When I got home,
I sat out on the cement stoop for awhile.
An imperfect evening:
a little bit of cool wind, grackles balancing on the feeder,
prayer flags taking whatever it is I pray for
to someone who will collect them,
jog them into a tidy stack,
keep them for when I'll really
need my knees and palms.
You came and I leaned into you.
You remind me of the burning hills from home.
The lignite coal veins snaking
underneath the broken ground,
smoldering.
For hundreds of years, they keep
their heat.
Watch them, the farmers say,
It's been a dry winter.
I like how your dark hair hangs.
I like how we don't know the fire
that lies beneath these burning hills.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
March Madness
It is the eve of my 26th year on God's Green Earth and I just got home from a crisp walk through the park.
25 was a good year to me. It started out a bit rough and included major surgery because of a worthless appendix that was frontin', but after that, it was all good: good friends made and kept in Madison, WI, cool kids I got to spend the school year with, a redhead and a brunette I took as my own nephew and niece, baggage gone, my sister's summer wedding, and an unexpected offer to come back to actually, kinda, somewhat, sorta start a career in Vermillion.
Where I have had The. Time. Of. My. Life.
And I owe it all to you.
(I'm always looking for someone to reenact Baby and Johnny's final dance of the season, so if you wanna do the lift, let me know. Nobody puts Baby in the corner.)
Seriously, though, there is no place I would rather be than in Vermillion, in this house, downtown, at the coffee shop, teaching, and laughing with all of you.
Thank you all for your kind wishes about my job and I hope to see you for the Bday bash at our place! 8 pm this Saturday!
(Go Kansas!)
25 was a good year to me. It started out a bit rough and included major surgery because of a worthless appendix that was frontin', but after that, it was all good: good friends made and kept in Madison, WI, cool kids I got to spend the school year with, a redhead and a brunette I took as my own nephew and niece, baggage gone, my sister's summer wedding, and an unexpected offer to come back to actually, kinda, somewhat, sorta start a career in Vermillion.
Where I have had The. Time. Of. My. Life.
And I owe it all to you.
(I'm always looking for someone to reenact Baby and Johnny's final dance of the season, so if you wanna do the lift, let me know. Nobody puts Baby in the corner.)
Seriously, though, there is no place I would rather be than in Vermillion, in this house, downtown, at the coffee shop, teaching, and laughing with all of you.
Thank you all for your kind wishes about my job and I hope to see you for the Bday bash at our place! 8 pm this Saturday!
(Go Kansas!)
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Working Girl
I received an e-mail from my chair yesterday concerning the position in Sioux Falls. Originally, the department had hoped to hire two full-time instructors for University Center, but heard recently that that can only hire one. I was up against a Polish man with many years o' experience, so they offered him the full-time position.
I had a minor heart attack when I read the first part of the e-mail.
THEN, I read the second part.
So, the chair offered me exactly what I am doing now (4 classes a semester, same pay, benefits) until May 15, 2008.
I happily accepted the position.
I don't really need to know what my life plans will be 5 years from now. Most of the time, I don't even know what I am doing tomorrow.
Now, though, my next 15 months are covered.
Very cool.
I had a minor heart attack when I read the first part of the e-mail.
THEN, I read the second part.
So, the chair offered me exactly what I am doing now (4 classes a semester, same pay, benefits) until May 15, 2008.
I happily accepted the position.
I don't really need to know what my life plans will be 5 years from now. Most of the time, I don't even know what I am doing tomorrow.
Now, though, my next 15 months are covered.
Very cool.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Walker, Dakota Hipster
(So, I secretly aspire to be a hipster, but I am always just a step behind).
I walked a lot this past Sunday: down to the river and home, to campus and home, to L.'s for L Word night and home. When I am walking, I need music, so I always pack up my "iPod." Actually, it's a bona fide discman circa 1997. It's the size of my face. I won this technological wonder at my After Prom party Junior year. It's got electronic skip protection, so you know it's good.
I like to pop in one of my famous burnt CD's (with all the Hot New Artists like Linda Ronstadt, Willie Nelson, A-Ha, Journey, and REO Speedwagon) and be on my way. I also like to sing along to the songs, but I realize this looks (and sounds) pretty weird, so I try to sing along in a stealthy manner. Like, I barely move my lips, and sometimes, I'll pause a song and keep singing just to make sure I'm not too loud.
Pretty sure I am not fooling anyone.
This is why I like to go along the bike path at the river--usually no one is down there and I can sing and bust a move all I want. I like to pretend I'm in a music video, and the wind is blowing my orange vest and I'm walking like Tony Manero and I more than likely singing a Meatloaf or Cher song:
Oh, you took the words right outta my mouth.
It must have been while you were kissing me.
or
If you can give it, I can take it.
Cuz if this heart is gonna break, it's gonna take
a lot to break it.
You're gonna go down in flames,
just like Jesse James.
Or maybe their classic duet together: something about being all revved up. And having no place to go.
This is why I will never be a hipster.
OK, and this is off-topic, but I really love these students who come in my office and ask, "are we doing anything today?" Um, no. It's a 3 hour class that meets once a week. We are going to stare at the wall for an hour and 15 minutes, take a 10 minute break, then resume staring at the wall. Or, of you like, the carpet. Your choice.
I also really love these students who come in an hour before their midterm portfolios are due (which was assigned BEFORE Spring Break, meaning they have known about it and have had 2 weeks to work on them) and say their computers "broke" and they don't have their sources.
I don't even know what that means.
I walked a lot this past Sunday: down to the river and home, to campus and home, to L.'s for L Word night and home. When I am walking, I need music, so I always pack up my "iPod." Actually, it's a bona fide discman circa 1997. It's the size of my face. I won this technological wonder at my After Prom party Junior year. It's got electronic skip protection, so you know it's good.
I like to pop in one of my famous burnt CD's (with all the Hot New Artists like Linda Ronstadt, Willie Nelson, A-Ha, Journey, and REO Speedwagon) and be on my way. I also like to sing along to the songs, but I realize this looks (and sounds) pretty weird, so I try to sing along in a stealthy manner. Like, I barely move my lips, and sometimes, I'll pause a song and keep singing just to make sure I'm not too loud.
Pretty sure I am not fooling anyone.
This is why I like to go along the bike path at the river--usually no one is down there and I can sing and bust a move all I want. I like to pretend I'm in a music video, and the wind is blowing my orange vest and I'm walking like Tony Manero and I more than likely singing a Meatloaf or Cher song:
Oh, you took the words right outta my mouth.
It must have been while you were kissing me.
or
If you can give it, I can take it.
Cuz if this heart is gonna break, it's gonna take
a lot to break it.
You're gonna go down in flames,
just like Jesse James.
Or maybe their classic duet together: something about being all revved up. And having no place to go.
This is why I will never be a hipster.
OK, and this is off-topic, but I really love these students who come in my office and ask, "are we doing anything today?" Um, no. It's a 3 hour class that meets once a week. We are going to stare at the wall for an hour and 15 minutes, take a 10 minute break, then resume staring at the wall. Or, of you like, the carpet. Your choice.
I also really love these students who come in an hour before their midterm portfolios are due (which was assigned BEFORE Spring Break, meaning they have known about it and have had 2 weeks to work on them) and say their computers "broke" and they don't have their sources.
I don't even know what that means.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Spring Broke
I have a new favorite band.
cha cha cha
They rock my world.
cha cha cha
Vermillion's own Poker Alice played last night at Carey's, and I haven't done that much foot-stomping, up-beat clapping, and knee-slapping since the last time I was at a North Dakota wedding dance. Dance, dance revolution, folks. I better teach all my dancing partners to Sweetheart Polka with me. Then we can really show up all those jitterbuggers.
An after-party at L.'s, complete with Doritos, dates, and more fun drama than we could all process. My left hand is a bit clawed up from a sleek, feral animal that resides with L. (ahem, I'm just saying, I think the city should know you are housing a mountain lion).
I've been down to the river lots this Spring Break, and have spent much time looking into the bright sky for the geese. I can hear them; I just always can't see them. I've also been running my hands over the graffitti underneath the bridge, thinking of how I will leave my mark. Today, as Jackson and I walked to the dog park, we passed two little girls on the bike path. They were in shorts and tank tops. Both were in their bare feet, splashing in a puddle that was snow hours earlier.
As I passed them, I said, girls, aren't you freezing?
Nooo! they sang back.
Spring Fever.
Together, Jackson and I have logged over 12 miles these past three days. It's been so beautiful out, we don't notice the distance until we've looped the river and are on our way back again. He's a good dog, just not the best on a leash. He sees a squirrel and flips. OK, understandable. He hears the wind rustle some leaves and flips. Seriously, Jackson? Sometimes I laugh though; a squirrel will just about hop over him, and he's so busy sniffing the ground he doesn't even notice. If Jackson knew my squinty, half-deaf powers of observation were better than his, he'd be totally embarassed.
As Jackson's stay here is winding down, this photo probably sums up the way we all feel about each other:
One last thing to report: got my taxes done this week. This is the first year I've actually put in a full 12 months of work. Momma's gettin' a refund, baby! So, when you see me zoom around town in my new Vespa (probably a pearly green), just know she works hard for the money.
Ciao, signorinella!
cha cha cha
They rock my world.
cha cha cha
Vermillion's own Poker Alice played last night at Carey's, and I haven't done that much foot-stomping, up-beat clapping, and knee-slapping since the last time I was at a North Dakota wedding dance. Dance, dance revolution, folks. I better teach all my dancing partners to Sweetheart Polka with me. Then we can really show up all those jitterbuggers.
An after-party at L.'s, complete with Doritos, dates, and more fun drama than we could all process. My left hand is a bit clawed up from a sleek, feral animal that resides with L. (ahem, I'm just saying, I think the city should know you are housing a mountain lion).
I've been down to the river lots this Spring Break, and have spent much time looking into the bright sky for the geese. I can hear them; I just always can't see them. I've also been running my hands over the graffitti underneath the bridge, thinking of how I will leave my mark. Today, as Jackson and I walked to the dog park, we passed two little girls on the bike path. They were in shorts and tank tops. Both were in their bare feet, splashing in a puddle that was snow hours earlier.
As I passed them, I said, girls, aren't you freezing?
Nooo! they sang back.
Spring Fever.
Together, Jackson and I have logged over 12 miles these past three days. It's been so beautiful out, we don't notice the distance until we've looped the river and are on our way back again. He's a good dog, just not the best on a leash. He sees a squirrel and flips. OK, understandable. He hears the wind rustle some leaves and flips. Seriously, Jackson? Sometimes I laugh though; a squirrel will just about hop over him, and he's so busy sniffing the ground he doesn't even notice. If Jackson knew my squinty, half-deaf powers of observation were better than his, he'd be totally embarassed.
As Jackson's stay here is winding down, this photo probably sums up the way we all feel about each other:
One last thing to report: got my taxes done this week. This is the first year I've actually put in a full 12 months of work. Momma's gettin' a refund, baby! So, when you see me zoom around town in my new Vespa (probably a pearly green), just know she works hard for the money.
Ciao, signorinella!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Life with Jackson
Bridge and I are watching a friend's dog for the rest of the week and so far, things have been interesting. Jackson is an adorable, bounding Lab mix. Bridge is an adorable, guitar-picking Irish/German mix. I wear an orange vest.
I imagine this is what went through Jackson's mind as he began his stay at Hotel Prentis.
4:15 pm: Um, ok.
4:18 pm: I'll just keep sniffing.
4:45 pm: Cool. Well, I better be off soon. I bet my mom misses me.
5:00 pm: Seriously, what did you do with my mom? This isn't cool anymore.
5:03 pm: Damn squirrels.
5:10 pm: Brrr ... it's freaking cold out here, man!
5:25 pm: Wait, wait ... I just was outside!
5:26 pm: You guys blow.
6:00 pm: My green pillow is looking kinda hot.
6:03 pm: I think my green pillow wants me.
6:06 pm: I'm totally nailing my green pillow. Yowza!
6:07 pm: Can't a brother get it on without the peep show?
6:08 pm: Stop yelling! I'm tryin to do something here!
6:10 pm: Sleepy ...
7:55 pm: I'll just show myself out ...
8:00 pm: So, let me get this straight. I'm stuck here? For like, how long?
8:10 pm: I'll just eat my pain.
9:00 pm: Fine.
9:55 pm: Oh, green pillow, I love you. Zzz ...
So, that was Jackson's first day with us. Tomorrow after lunch, I am walking him down to the river and will let him run wild. He's such a handsome guy. I hope he likes it here; I know he misses L., but Bridge has already been so good to him.
But then, she's always had a soft spot for bounding, thick-haired mixes.
I imagine this is what went through Jackson's mind as he began his stay at Hotel Prentis.
4:15 pm: Um, ok.
4:18 pm: I'll just keep sniffing.
4:45 pm: Cool. Well, I better be off soon. I bet my mom misses me.
5:00 pm: Seriously, what did you do with my mom? This isn't cool anymore.
5:03 pm: Damn squirrels.
5:10 pm: Brrr ... it's freaking cold out here, man!
5:25 pm: Wait, wait ... I just was outside!
5:26 pm: You guys blow.
6:00 pm: My green pillow is looking kinda hot.
6:03 pm: I think my green pillow wants me.
6:06 pm: I'm totally nailing my green pillow. Yowza!
6:07 pm: Can't a brother get it on without the peep show?
6:08 pm: Stop yelling! I'm tryin to do something here!
6:10 pm: Sleepy ...
7:55 pm: I'll just show myself out ...
8:00 pm: So, let me get this straight. I'm stuck here? For like, how long?
8:10 pm: I'll just eat my pain.
9:00 pm: Fine.
9:55 pm: Oh, green pillow, I love you. Zzz ...
So, that was Jackson's first day with us. Tomorrow after lunch, I am walking him down to the river and will let him run wild. He's such a handsome guy. I hope he likes it here; I know he misses L., but Bridge has already been so good to him.
But then, she's always had a soft spot for bounding, thick-haired mixes.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Often get shut down as fast as 1-29.
So, no dancing. Instead, here are some things I did yesterday that are much better than wallowing in self-pity:
1. Bought citrus scented shampoo at Pamida. It's infused with Vitamin C and, at least for 15 minutes in the shower, it feels like sunshine.
2. Bought super stuffed microfiber bed pillows at Pamida. Why haven't I done this sooner?
3. Bought new, bronze-y clock at Pamida for the bathroom.
4. Spent $44 at Pamida. Hell has indeed frozen over.
5. Bought chocolate licorice.
6. Bought dollar scratch-off tickets in the hopes that I can quit working and live the high roller life.
7. Won three bucks from scratch-off tickets. Not living like a high roller yet, but the winds of change are a'blowin'.
8. Watched Berkowitz lose it in the candy aisle at Jones. (And by "lose it," I mean, watching her tear the wrapping off a Peeps package (before actually purchasing the Peeps) and devour an entire row of helpless, sugary baby chicks in minutes.)
9. Rented Walk the Line again. I have fantasies of singing, "It Ain't Me, Babe" to an adoring crowd during karaoke at The Eagles. I bet Kelsey would be my June Carter.
10. Ventured downtown.
11. Drank glasses of Leinie's and Boulevard while getting my ass kicked in pool.
12. Honed my air guitar skillz.
13. Ate potato soup, complete with a Mr. Smith's baguette.
14. Decided that, for sure, I am going to write a memoir and the first word will be "scoria."
15. Worried for a few seconds that this pattern of blowing money at the first sign of potential boredom is my Achilles' heel.
16. Then realized I Did. Not. Care.
1. Bought citrus scented shampoo at Pamida. It's infused with Vitamin C and, at least for 15 minutes in the shower, it feels like sunshine.
2. Bought super stuffed microfiber bed pillows at Pamida. Why haven't I done this sooner?
3. Bought new, bronze-y clock at Pamida for the bathroom.
4. Spent $44 at Pamida. Hell has indeed frozen over.
5. Bought chocolate licorice.
6. Bought dollar scratch-off tickets in the hopes that I can quit working and live the high roller life.
7. Won three bucks from scratch-off tickets. Not living like a high roller yet, but the winds of change are a'blowin'.
8. Watched Berkowitz lose it in the candy aisle at Jones. (And by "lose it," I mean, watching her tear the wrapping off a Peeps package (before actually purchasing the Peeps) and devour an entire row of helpless, sugary baby chicks in minutes.)
9. Rented Walk the Line again. I have fantasies of singing, "It Ain't Me, Babe" to an adoring crowd during karaoke at The Eagles. I bet Kelsey would be my June Carter.
10. Ventured downtown.
11. Drank glasses of Leinie's and Boulevard while getting my ass kicked in pool.
12. Honed my air guitar skillz.
13. Ate potato soup, complete with a Mr. Smith's baguette.
14. Decided that, for sure, I am going to write a memoir and the first word will be "scoria."
15. Worried for a few seconds that this pattern of blowing money at the first sign of potential boredom is my Achilles' heel.
16. Then realized I Did. Not. Care.
Friday, March 02, 2007
the best laid plans
i woke early this morning. the bright white blowing around outdoors streams through the windows, and i can't be lulled back to sleep. this morning, Boyz II Men's, "The End of the Road" was in my head. i can't remember the last time i heard that song. i wonder what happens at night for this to be the way i wake up.
my on-campus interviewed? postponed. the drive i shoveled yesterday? drifted over with snow. the coffee shop? probably closed again.
i'm so tired of this. this icy landscape, the dirty gray sky. winter has been pushy, aggressive. i want to fight back.
spring break. right.
i just callled my mom at work to see what's going down in NoDak--cold, wind, snow. my folks drove up to Williston last night to pick my Grandma and Great-Aunt Bernie, or, as I like to call them, Thelma and Louise. Bernie and Grandma just got back from a 45-day train trip all through the west coast to see my uncles and families. i hear they've got lots of funny stories; i better call them.
my brother is down in Georgia right now, and he answered his cell with no, the tornadoes didn't kill me. he just graduated on Thursday from more National Guard training. he has been out in the field, in the stickiness of Georgia for the past months. he's leaving today for DC, and is going to Walter Reed to see some soldiers injured in Iraq.
lots of visitors at our door last night. conversation and beers in between the power flickering on and off. candles lit.
tonight, i am going to forget the lack of power, the bright cold, and the relentless wind. i am going to wash my hair and put on lipstick. then, i am going to walk up to the bar and order tall vodka cranberries. i will carry them to the back room, set them down, and take my place on the dance floor. and i will not leave until well after midnight. i will dance, dance, dance. polka, two-step, everything.
i just wanna dance with you.
my on-campus interviewed? postponed. the drive i shoveled yesterday? drifted over with snow. the coffee shop? probably closed again.
i'm so tired of this. this icy landscape, the dirty gray sky. winter has been pushy, aggressive. i want to fight back.
spring break. right.
i just callled my mom at work to see what's going down in NoDak--cold, wind, snow. my folks drove up to Williston last night to pick my Grandma and Great-Aunt Bernie, or, as I like to call them, Thelma and Louise. Bernie and Grandma just got back from a 45-day train trip all through the west coast to see my uncles and families. i hear they've got lots of funny stories; i better call them.
my brother is down in Georgia right now, and he answered his cell with no, the tornadoes didn't kill me. he just graduated on Thursday from more National Guard training. he has been out in the field, in the stickiness of Georgia for the past months. he's leaving today for DC, and is going to Walter Reed to see some soldiers injured in Iraq.
lots of visitors at our door last night. conversation and beers in between the power flickering on and off. candles lit.
tonight, i am going to forget the lack of power, the bright cold, and the relentless wind. i am going to wash my hair and put on lipstick. then, i am going to walk up to the bar and order tall vodka cranberries. i will carry them to the back room, set them down, and take my place on the dance floor. and i will not leave until well after midnight. i will dance, dance, dance. polka, two-step, everything.
i just wanna dance with you.
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