Just now, tonight ... I have decided that doing this dance is officially number one on my bucket list. My bucket list only has one thing on it at a time ... that's how life is - fickle. No point putting 100 things on there, that's greedy and full of expectations. One at a time.
One day - soon, I promise ... I will go to the steps of Town Hall in Sydney - hell, maybe even the Opera House. With a boom box, and someone to film me from far away so it looks like I'm by myself. Woogs, you in?
From one of my favourite films of all time:
I'll just put curlers in my hair the night before .... and use the glasses I still have. The ones I wore in 1987, the same year I was wondering why I had no boyfriend.
I'm learning this dance. There's online tutorials. You know I'm not joking, don't you?
Why? Because the world is too hard. We need more ridiculous things.
Think I'm digging my way out of my latest slump, finally. These comments on a post written by one amazing woman to another helped.
It's not often my jaded mind gets blown away.
I am a woman who has over THREE THOUSAND emails in her inbox.
The only way I can admit that is by writing it in the third person. If I owe you an email, I'm sorry. If I haven't commented back .... I'm sorry. It's me, not you. I'm an arsehole. I fail at life.
But the good news is ... at the bottom of my otto bin is a packet of cigarettes filled with water. With only one missing! I decided to take up smoking again but couldn't do it. I win at life!
Blogger Australia recently asked me to come and talk to them about .... blogging. I'm waiting for them to find out what I'm *really* like, and they'll mysteriously never contact me again. I hate myself. I lose at life!
Tonight I cleared out my office for the first time in six months. It was a start. That Woolf woman was really onto something.
I wrote a product review here. Dave thinks that Kmart will be cranky at me for giving the product away ... I think it only makes them look good. Swear to God Max found ten bucks straight afterwards.
Tonight, I made Dave clean up Rocco's poo (in the shower). Dave was aghast. I welcomed him to my world.
Lisa Stone has beautiful hair. She is also the boss of BlogHer. She asked me to write a piece on what it was like as an Australian - a foreigner, attending the conference last year. You can read it here.
It's midnight, so I guess that makes it Australia Day. Or, depending on the colour of your skin ... Invasion Day.
Wherever, whoever you are .... you have the right to remain ridiculous.
Sometimes it's the only thing that gets us through.