Look it, taste it, feel it, and get it. Then please touch yourself in your original way.

So you would think that feet would not be a good post topic for a blog, but you'd be wrong, pal-ey! My right foot is INVENTING NEW COLORS TO BE, so I think I'm going to go to The Doctor tomorrow and have them tell me to rest and put ice on it. I'm a little worried, though, about my movement class which starts in one week... heh heh... oops. Actually, I'm totally walking like a normal person, it's just the mad, impassioned dancing that has been a challenge. I kind of forgot about my injury the other day and started dancing in the kitchen (why is the kitchen the best place to dance? It just really is for some reason!) and, well, the sensation wasn't awful, but it was somewhat alarming.

Yep.

I went to the movies a couple of nights ago and saw White Noise, which was SO dumb that I got mad. But I liken my annoyance with that movie to the annoyance I felt watching card tricks earlier in the evening; it was the lack of explanation. So this guy turns an entire DECK of cards into the card I chose, and I was like 'well, how did you do that?' and he goes 'magic!' and I was like, 'FUCK YOU!' and I think the same reaction occurred when I saw that movie and they never bothered explaining who the hell those three guys were. I mean, all they would have had to do was say 'oh, this big rotting structure where the climax of the plot occurs was built on the site of an Injun Burial Ground!' and I'd have been fine with that. Well, no I just would have found other things to complain about.

La, la, la.

SO I'm reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Nerrol and I think you all should, too.

Okey dokey...

Love, K