Little Boots is the name of this girl singer, who is awesome. Her music is a dialed down, more techno Lady Gaga. The lyrics are just as good, but there is a lot less dead bodies and skull cats. It's a little lighter fare. I like it. Sorta disco flavored, it could totally be played in a roller rink. I miss skating parties, those were the shit. Minus the teenage drama and humiliation, I like the lights and the skating part. The blisters the next day weren't too hot. My feet hate me right now. They're only ever in work boots, or running shoes. They never get a break. They even have to move when I'm sleeping. I keep waking up on the other side of the bed, or in a strange position. My dreams have been crazy lately. It's probably because of all the things I'm always thinking of having to get done. And falling asleep with the sun in your eyes probably doesn't help. I've gotten into the bad habit of nodding off with my iPod in my ears, and I listen to a lot of dance music and remixes; you can only imagine what my dreams are like. Lady Gaga would be jealous. I've decided I need to get out on Saturday night. I had to miss my first St Paddy's day, I haven't gotten to party in a long time, I haven't gotten to have a social life in a long time. So this weekend is fun time. Friday is a payday, and 90 percent of my bills for this month have been paid off. I have groceries. I paid the PT bill for this month. I went and got my oil changed. And this paycheck is going to have OT on it. So yeh, I need a little fun. A little fun, so I can hang up my little work boots. Slip on some chuck taylors and show that dance floor who's boss. Friday I have a birthday party at a friends house, so that is going to be Vodka-licious. Then I'll recover all of Saturday afternoon, then head to the dance floor that night. I haven't seen my friends in a zillion years, so I'll see who wants to come with. When I was at Meijer this morning I saw that all the magazines had their annual "spring issues" out, THAT means it's spring time. Fer sure! I can't help but notice that some brands keep doing the same thing over and over again, just with different faces. Sexy faces, handsome faces, but still the face is all that changes. Speaking of handsome faces. The apprentice came over and talked with me and Autumn at work last night/this morning, and it was so pleasant. No one else really thinks he's cute, but I find him adorable. He's gentle and soft spoken and smiles a lot, total Iowa innocence. I have managed to get my emotions in check when he's around, I've shut down the idea that anything might happen. Even though Autumn thinks he's secretly gay, I say he's just a rare nice person, she has yet to just flat out ask him. I told her he told me he had ex-girlfriends, but then again, those words have come out of my mouth before too. Just saying. Construction sites aren't known for being "open minded" areas. But it's just stupid to think about it, he lives more then an hour away, it's doomed before it even exists. I think I am getting a more acute idea of the type of guy I would see a future with. After the doctor, I was sorta all over the place with types of guys and standards, my little boots did a lot of walking. I knew right away: no more Doctor McDrinky's, just because they are medically inclined doesn't mean they can't be alcoholics. So definitely no more heavy drinkers. No more medical people in general. Scientific brains don't mesh well with how I think and function. I'm a little too bohemian. A little too New York. And right now I'm a little too hungry to write anything else. It's funny, men say that their heads or their dicks call the shots, but really, the stomach is who controls it all. Think about, I'm totally right!
"The belly rules the mind. ~Spanish Proverb"
"Great food is like great sex. The more you have the more you want."-Gael Greene
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