Hall and Oates/2012/Random!

My best pal, Cash Money/Bird, threw this number my way: 719-266-2837 aka the Hall and Oates Hotline. A HOT line indeed! She claimed that if I called, my life will improve 100% and she was 100% correct. If you're in need of some improvement, please call.  Naturally, I pressed number two which played one of the best songs ever, "Rich Girl". So good. By the by, if you're looking for a twist to the classic hit, try the Young Gunz version. A little more hip to the hop. Anyway, I then decided that Bird and I need to live in the same region again, tape Jazz Shoes Part Two (aka me dancing furiously) and carry a boom box around blasting Ol' Dirty Bastard.-The kind of clean fun we did in college but way better because we're getting better every year. This would make 2012 totally grand. 

Speaking of 2012, it has to be the best year of my life or else I'll be writing some complaint letters. Not really sure who I'd address them to yet, but believe me, they'd be getting sent out. Basically, I have hated this current year with a deep passion that I didn't know was possible. I believe that such a shitty year MUST be followed by a totally spectacular one...or else the world is over, an alternative that I'm fine with at this point (jokes! aah?). This is the first time EVER that I'm actually looking forward to the year being over more than Christmas. I LOVE Christmas but I am really going to love a fresh start. Oh, Bird also brought to my attention that one of the best places to start over is South Dakota. http://finance.yahoo.com/news/6-best-cities-for-starting-over-in-2012.html. We may move there if things don't shape up ASAP.

In totally different news...I currently have to wear black for my seasonal employment which is almost over (thank goodness). Next year, I may never wear black again, true story. I also may never cry again. I've cried so much this past year that I could have fixed the world's water shortage problem. I've been working a ton but I make peanuts and spent more than I should have on a singing turtle. He makes me laugh though so I suppose it's worth it. My seasonal work is supposed to be my version of a sabbatical while not being completely broke. Not too sabbatical to be working from 6:45am-3:45 and to be dealing with PEOPLE (oh brother), but I think I'm recharging in other ways. The once dreaded car ride is proving to be a great place for me to catch up on conversations with myself and also to sing. I forgot how much I loved singing....and talking to myself. Never run out of things to say. No awkward pauses. 

What else. Oh yeah, the country life. Well, in the city I'd be out at all hours, no qualms, walking around, free bird. In the country, I have to carry a flashlight and wear a reflective vest when walking past 4pm. Dead serious.  There are no lights here. There are wild animals. Seriously WILD. And the street isn't even totally paved. I'm living on the edge. As peaceful as the howling of unknown animals is, I look forward to hearing the sound of sirens again.

And finally, I've made an executive decision to let go and allow the universe to run its course. That's what my Elle.com horoscope has advised and I can't say that I disagree. All good, folks, all good.


I'll leave you with this, a video of a song that is very near and dear to my heart, and so very relatable (oh brother). I chose the remix because it makes you feel that much more nuts. And it's good for cardio!