I Like Lions

The old lady next door gave me a pamphlet about her religion this morning. In her beliefs, all animals in heaven are cuddly and loving-even the lions.  

For a moment i was jealous.

I Won't Do What They Told Me

Went out last night.  Seemed like a good idea.  It is the first weekend of what is looking to be a horrificly busy term and this might be one of my only chances to get out to my favorite club in London and really party up.  

While drinking and sweating and singing at the top of my lungs I noticed something worth laughing at.  I couldn't have cared less about what the people around me thought of me.  I was jumping around like an idiot, pumping my fist in the air, cheering on Sheffield where appropriate, and even had a head-banging moment (see post title).  Between what we will loosely call dancing and the rockin' side poney-tail, I was in my happy place.  

The girls around me, however....

All they could do was swing their hips suggestively and watch the people around them.  It was pretty sad.  Here were were in a club playing music about being young and alive and all they can do is be afraid that no one would find them sexy.

What a fucking waste.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I like it when someone is deranged enough to find me attractive.  I am just not going to sacrifice my good time for it.  I like to think that my 'what you see is what you get' attitude will eventually lead me to someone who actually likes me.  If I just dressed up and dance all over my girlfriends, that would be false advertising.  I mean, I do that once and a while and there are pictures to prove it, but more likely is that I am in a tank-top and jeans, drunk and jumping around like a fool and I do both because they make me happy, not because I want to suggest to some stranger in a club that I am sexy.

Well, I had a great time last night.  Sorry to those who were too busy being sexy to enjoy themselves.

(ps - get over yourselves!)