Aug 12
It’s like a scene from a Peyton Reed movie…
(for references, see IMDb… at least “Down with Love” and “”Bring It On”… )
I woke up this morning, watched “Oleanna” and “The Man Who Wasn’t There” (not particularly light-hearted or fun), had some breakfast and then - and then - put on some of the funnest music I have and have been cleaning like a crazy woman while listening to songs like “Une Very Stylish Fille” by Dimitri From Paris (samples dialogue from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”), “I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’” by Scissor Sisters and “D.A.N.C.E.” by Justice.
I’ve been skipping. Finding myself SKIPPING occasionally while cleaning. To the music. What in tarnation? I haven’t overdosed on antidepressants or anything.
Next thing you know, I’ll be inspired to write a cheer to catapult my team to the head of the regional competition or write a best-selling book or [insert other plot].
This can’t last… or can it?
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