going out dancing tonight. i can fast dance and i can slow dance if the guy doesn't mind getting a foot stepped on now and then. i wish i could dance organized dances, you know, dances with steps, cha cha, polka, tango etc. that damn pesky brain tumor i had when i was a toddler, well, hey i shouldn't bitch but still...

anyway, got a new pair of black boots with soft soles, just made for dancing and black jeans. maybe something might trigger some words, flesh them into a poem, hope so, my words seem to have hidden themselves deep inside somewhere. s