after working at a desk tethered to a phone and stuck with computer work all day for nearly 4 years, retail is sort of like playing with other people's toys.

i don't really know why i'm back here. most of my friends are gone, and only 2 of my fave SGs are still active. i don't get it.

my life suddenly became a swirling whirlwind of surreal. i haven't slept in my own bed since sunday night, and my home time since then has been... a grand total of about 4 waking hours. thank the gods i have a roommate who, however grudgingly, will occasionally feed my cats.

i can't wait for the day when Lovely's 12 year old can know...

femme fatale - i got her number. oh yeah. you read that right. i got it.

background info: i started belly dance classes last november. right now, i'm on my 3rd and 4th classes, and totally addicted. nothing legal to do in public has ever been this fun.

last night, i had plans to meet a friend out at a mediterranean restaurant after work. i got there, and much to my surprise, there was the dance troupe from my studio, performing! i had no idea they'd be there. none. anyway, my teacher, michelle, sat down with us and was chatting for a few minutes... she told my friend that every year, she finds 1 or 2 students who are really meant to do belly dance, and that i am one of them. she said i'm really good.

trip-over-myself me. good.
never-been-much-good-at-anything-physical-but-sex me. good.
from the mouth of an advanced, professional, trained-well-by-the-best dancer and teacher. me, good.

i'm still reeling a little. i've actually found something fun, physical, and possibly with a future (once i start performing), and someone whose opinion matters wants me to keep up with it. it's still soaking in...