don't ask me to rise

I had no intentions of posting this particular video when I ventured out into the internet-space to find a clip of the song. I did find this video and I was strangly drawn to it.

I've liked this song for a while and it surfaced on an episode of Six Feet Under I was watching the other night. It reminded me how much I loved it. It reminded me of an empty apartment (because I was broke). I didn't have to move the furniture out of the way to choreograph a piece to it, which was convenient. I used to do that a lot, find a song I liked and then make up some sort of dance to go along with the three or so minutes of music. That was a great outlet for creativity, note to self.

Another great outlet for creativity? This space. I can write what I want, for the most part. I find writing/blogging to be a bit of a love/hate relationship with me. I don't hate writing by any means, but I always feel frustrated when I don't have something to put down. I try to find something interesting at least once a day that can develop into a story, but that can sometimes be unreasonable. I could write about the long trek to Home Depot last night to buy a drain stopper so that I could take a bath and upon returning finding out our water heater pilot light had gone out. It's really not that interesting of a story no matter how I spin it. So instead all you will get about that is the above paragraph.

I was told today that I looked comfortable. That could be another word for frumpy. That's probably true, I tend to dress a little on the homeless side. We all know I typically channel my inner Olsen twin. I do think the comment was meant as complimentary but who knows. I took it as such and proceeded to cross my legs on my chair and relax a little more than I typically do at work. I'll admit, I have a hole in my sock today which poses a problem, I can't really remove my shoes like I normally do so it's a little harder to cross my legs under my desk. Weird, eh?

I wish I could wear my recently purchased/new obsession rompers to work, but I think that would give new meaning to comfortable.

And frumpy.

Until next time.