thursday forever

the other day a colleague told me she had just been notified of eviction over the telephone. she had to leave work to go see if she could grab any of her stuff. i didn't see her for a few days, and then when i finally did, she was looking at houses, a little frayed from crying, and explaining, with gratitude, that she never knew she had so many friends.

as a current resident of the house of blues, i totally appreciate that sentiment and am in fact reveling in the deluge of love and luck that has accompanied some dizzy-stepped heartbreak. yesterday my boss gave me chocolate, i had my first writing class, and then i had birthday beers and danced until 3ish in the morning with a collection of colleagues that tore the shit out of the dance floor, t-rex style.

i haven't danced in a minute, and i forgot how freeeeeee it feels

my old roommate was a writer who started dancing to get out of his head - it's the opposite of dwelling, over-thinking, punishing. when you move you can't think about it too much or else you become a stunted sneevil. what i mean to say is

get on the floor
let's dance some mo



and that i am thankful. <3