I like to dance.
I have two main styles of dancing that I practice on a regular basis:
- and Badly
I dance the same way whether people are watching or not.
I dance in the kitchen,
with headphones on while cooking or doing the dishes.
I dance in the super market,
pushing a trolley down the isle,
smiling at the people who try to avoid me
the crazy, dancing, singing lady with blue hair and work boots on.
Oh yeah, I like to sing.
The styles of my singing are pretty close to those of my dancing styles.
(I like to keep things in sync)
I sing loudly.
With my entire body and everything…
Diaphragm pulled in and head held high.
I sing in the car,
and in the shops,
while walking down the street or running out in my pajamas to get the mail.
I sing everywhere, except the shower.
I like to use a cleaver to chop things…
Even if it seems like overkill.
I like boots with dresses.
Steal cap boots.
Work boots, fuck me boots, I like them all.
Dresses come in two styles:
I like to daydream
My favourite colours are:
And don’t tell me rainbow is not a colour…
I have a tattoo of a 8 crows
plus two other tattoos
but i’ll keep those just for me
When I was little I wanted to be a vet
when I got older
I realised vets have to put animals to sleep
So I became a mum instead.
I think I liked the idea of becoming a vet because I was always drawn to things that could bite
I like towel day.
I like a lot of types of music
But I feel that some of the music I used to like is spoken in a language I no longer understand.
I know this is sort of
written as if it were a poem
as if the words should rhyme
But this isn’t that sort of post
you know me a little better…
PS Yes… I like to pole dance… I also do this badly.
No I lie. I’m a fucking demon on the pole!