2003-03-30
3:06 p.m.
there's nothing wrong with feeling good inane inane inane
I have a new springtime tail-shaking dance, a new favourite hoodie skin-sassy dance, a new lease on life dance. A not so long now and then who knows? dance, and my options are as wide open as my legs. In that dancey sort of way, you understand. I'm doing the springtime splits. Because it's a nice realization, a beautiful shock, to find that I can do what I never suspected I would. That I can do it with a sheepish smile and a lot of stupid jokes. That I am presently more present than ever. The freckledfiend and I were discussing, over the most giggly breakfast we've had in, um, a week, how hard this winter was. We struggled to list five good things about those cold months we lived without leaving the neighbourhood, we rolled our eyes fluorescentlightward and sighed over all that sadness. But we can already list ten that the spring has going for it, and it's only just started. Life is, once again, fucking great. nothing wrong with feeling great
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