a little noise makes me want to jump! jump!

Contemporary dance. Not so contemporary music.

When it comes to funk, I think I'm just about the equivalent of a white guy trying to dance to disco. The most I'll allow my self would be head banging, maniac jumping-depending on how liquored up I am, and maybe some fist pumping. That's about all I wanted to say about how funky I was.

Because, the entire day was spent so enveloped in such a cloud of lethargy that on the bus ride home, I found myself contorted in such a position that tested the limits of my left foot's flexibility.

And, finding yourself wanting energy is good. You don't think when you lack energy. All energy is directed into maniac yawning and collapsing into deep sleep or on the occasion that blood red shoes or the bloody beetroots begin hand clapping, the inner white boy with no funk begins head banging. And now, I will collapse into sleep, because for some reason I am that damn tired.