Call Me . . . crazy

Oh my pretties - all four of you! How I've missed you. This blog, this silly little writing exercise of mine really does keep me grounded, connected and allow me feelings of fleeting creativity . . . hence, I share. Happy Happy two thousand Great! This one's gonna be good, I feel it in my bones, don't you?

This year around, I resolve not to make resolutions, but one idea and hope I do have for 2008 is to read more, and not just my weekly horoscope. Once upon a time I was a voracious reader, a real smarty, and somehow, without a syllabus and required thoughts on recent reading of the academic ilk, I have seriously sloughed off. Tis a shame indeed. In college I loved all I read, albeit intense and often morbidly depressing, I still used to pine for the days of free reading. And here I am at 27, five years out of the concrete confines and I've yet to read the classics; like Deborah Harry by Cathy Che and Chronicles - Volume One by Bob Dylan . . . and what about Slash's autobiography? Man alive do I have my work cut out! Truth be told I cannot wait. I also resolve not to resolve, but to try and dance more. In my kitchen with a pretend audience going crazy for my vocal talents and fluid moves. I hope to practice these gems for the boy who makes me wanna shake it up, and also seek to attend more venues where my friends and friends of friends gather together their compiled collections of classic vinyl. So move it, would ya?! I'm a gonna. Rob, you with me? Let's rip that dance floor to shreds, eh?

Here's to you and yours. And especially to Debbie, my own special rock n' roll fashion icon/
white polyester clad heroine.

xoxobg