Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Happy by another name
So, I'm at work right now and my favorite Duran Duran song just came on. So, inside I'm thinking "woo hoo" right? Well, I took a look at my playlist. Duran Duran, Lipps Inc. (Funky Town), Abba (Dancing Queen). It's Dancing Queen that put me over the edge. It's like I'm hopelessly gay. Being thin, neat and single is one thing, but "DANCING QUEEN"? I mean c'mom.
Lately, I prefer chicken to beef. I drink soy milk instead of cow milk. I talk with my hands A LOT and let the wrists fall where they may. I wouldn't think of changing my own oil (but I do drive a truck at least). I'm growing concerned that my butt doesn't look right when trying on pants, but I won't be wearing anything pink any time soon. I love a good chick flick and never saw Fight Club. I've never said, "I'm jiggy wit it" except in jest.
Gay? No. Just a little different.
Lately, I prefer chicken to beef. I drink soy milk instead of cow milk. I talk with my hands A LOT and let the wrists fall where they may. I wouldn't think of changing my own oil (but I do drive a truck at least). I'm growing concerned that my butt doesn't look right when trying on pants, but I won't be wearing anything pink any time soon. I love a good chick flick and never saw Fight Club. I've never said, "I'm jiggy wit it" except in jest.
Gay? No. Just a little different.
