it's the best dang thing
I am so happy right now. I have no idea why. There is no specific reason for me to be happy. In fact there's nothing happy-mongering occurring in my life at all at the mo. I mean, if anything I should be grumpy and tearing my hair out and being emo in my bedroom.
But I'm so freakin' joyful! Why?!? (Not that I'm complaining!)
On Tuesday night when I was going to the Tripod gig I went most of the way in on my own because my schedule didn't match up with the others. A friendly uni-bum chick gave me directions after my many consecutive hours in cars, trains and trams, and I then discovered I'd gone a few zillion stops too far and ended up walking all the way back to the gig.
And I was GLEEFUL.
I was so joyous I wanted to burst into song-and-dance in the street. Nothing had happened, and I had no like-minded friends egging me on, yet I had to restrain myself from knocking out 'I Get A Kick Out Of You' from Anything Goes with jazz-hands and all.
And I've had it for the last maybe four- or five-ish days.
What's even more ridiculous is I should be PMSing like a beeyotch right now. Hormones, y'all. Turn me into a crazy chick.
AND YET I AM GLEEFUL.
IT'S FUCKING AWESOME.
And on a probably totally independant thought, I'd just like to clarify for all misguided partys that I had NO INTENTIONS on grabbing Gatesy's arse when the opportunity presented itself. Seriously y'all. See an ass and everyone jumps to conclusions. Honestly. =P
But I'm so freakin' joyful! Why?!? (Not that I'm complaining!)
On Tuesday night when I was going to the Tripod gig I went most of the way in on my own because my schedule didn't match up with the others. A friendly uni-bum chick gave me directions after my many consecutive hours in cars, trains and trams, and I then discovered I'd gone a few zillion stops too far and ended up walking all the way back to the gig.
And I was GLEEFUL.
I was so joyous I wanted to burst into song-and-dance in the street. Nothing had happened, and I had no like-minded friends egging me on, yet I had to restrain myself from knocking out 'I Get A Kick Out Of You' from Anything Goes with jazz-hands and all.
And I've had it for the last maybe four- or five-ish days.
What's even more ridiculous is I should be PMSing like a beeyotch right now. Hormones, y'all. Turn me into a crazy chick.
AND YET I AM GLEEFUL.
IT'S FUCKING AWESOME.
And on a probably totally independant thought, I'd just like to clarify for all misguided partys that I had NO INTENTIONS on grabbing Gatesy's arse when the opportunity presented itself. Seriously y'all. See an ass and everyone jumps to conclusions. Honestly. =P