revelations
i'm going to reveal something about myself that i'm sure none of you know...
i'm insecure about my height.
i know, i know.
shocking.
i suppose there were signs... like my extensive flip flop collection, and my fear of standing next to those measuring tape things on the doors at 7/11, and my refusal to join the ward choir because they'd make me stand in the back with the boys...
and although i manage to keep my insecurity hidden under a very thick blanket of smoothness and grace, it's there. sitting. latent. but ready to pounce.
like a tiger.
or something else equally pouncey.
it pounced the other day. when i was invited to go salsa dancing this weekend.
oh! which reminds me. there's something else i'm sure none of you know...
i have a love of "the dance".
i know, i know.
i'm just full of surprises today.
i love dancing. i love it in all forms. i love to dance at clubs. i love to dance by myself while i'm cleaning. i love to foxtrot, and swing dance, and even at times line dance. i love tap, and ballet, and hip hop. i love dancing movies. i love gene kelly.
and although i keep my love of the dance hidden under a very thick blanket of smoothness and grace, it's there. sitting. latent. but ready to pounce.
like mikhail baryshnikov.
or something else equally pouncey.
it pounced the other day. when i was invited to go salsa dancing this weekend.
so the question we all have to ask ourselves is, which will win? the insecurity, or the dance?
because the insecurity is telling me that if i go, i'll end up sitting in the corner.
but the love chimes in that maybe patrick swayze will come in and say "nobody puts baby in the corner."
but then the insecurity interupts and reminds me that, first of all, my name ain't baby, it's kathryn ("miss jackson if you're nasty!"). and also, i'm taller than patrick swayze.
so the love says, "why do you have to be so negative all the time?"
and the insecurity says, "i'm just keepin' it real."
and the love says, "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard."
and somewhere around this point, i put my headphones on and listen to my violent femmes cd.
because if that doesn't drown out the voices in my head, i don't know what will.
what was the point of this blog? oh. ya. revelations.
i'm going to reveal something about myself that i'm sure none of you know...
i am a huge freak.
i'm insecure about my height.
i know, i know.
shocking.
i suppose there were signs... like my extensive flip flop collection, and my fear of standing next to those measuring tape things on the doors at 7/11, and my refusal to join the ward choir because they'd make me stand in the back with the boys...
and although i manage to keep my insecurity hidden under a very thick blanket of smoothness and grace, it's there. sitting. latent. but ready to pounce.
like a tiger.
or something else equally pouncey.
it pounced the other day. when i was invited to go salsa dancing this weekend.
oh! which reminds me. there's something else i'm sure none of you know...
i have a love of "the dance".
i know, i know.
i'm just full of surprises today.
i love dancing. i love it in all forms. i love to dance at clubs. i love to dance by myself while i'm cleaning. i love to foxtrot, and swing dance, and even at times line dance. i love tap, and ballet, and hip hop. i love dancing movies. i love gene kelly.
and although i keep my love of the dance hidden under a very thick blanket of smoothness and grace, it's there. sitting. latent. but ready to pounce.
like mikhail baryshnikov.
or something else equally pouncey.
it pounced the other day. when i was invited to go salsa dancing this weekend.
so the question we all have to ask ourselves is, which will win? the insecurity, or the dance?
because the insecurity is telling me that if i go, i'll end up sitting in the corner.
but the love chimes in that maybe patrick swayze will come in and say "nobody puts baby in the corner."
but then the insecurity interupts and reminds me that, first of all, my name ain't baby, it's kathryn ("miss jackson if you're nasty!"). and also, i'm taller than patrick swayze.
so the love says, "why do you have to be so negative all the time?"
and the insecurity says, "i'm just keepin' it real."
and the love says, "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard."
and somewhere around this point, i put my headphones on and listen to my violent femmes cd.
because if that doesn't drown out the voices in my head, i don't know what will.
what was the point of this blog? oh. ya. revelations.
i'm going to reveal something about myself that i'm sure none of you know...
i am a huge freak.
Comments
short dudes dig tall girls. its that simple.
tall dudes dig tall girls. its that simple
short dudes dig short girls. its that simple
tall dudes dig tall girls. its that simple
in short, dudes dig chicks. so don't fret. you gotta represent the katness, the katakism, the katastic katastrophe that is 'da KAT!
so salsa, hi-step, two-step, tango, or just bust out the worm. but be yo-self!
Don't EVER do that to me again!!!
I can't remember the last time I went out without heels. 6'2" be dam#ed..
I figure that if someone is going to be intimidated by something so trivial as my height, then it is probably best they never get to hear what comes next.
It pretty much gets scarier from there because eventually there is the sarcasm, and then the lounge singing, and then more sarcasm.
(Sarcasm is not attractive). Liz's grandma said so.
hmmm...do you think i should move out the furniture?
pick dancing every time, there's always a boy with a topple the amazon complex at least.
heather: word.
and liz's gramma can kiss my butt :)
I love the dance too...can we be friends?