I'm a goddam sore loser...

i always knew that i was funny, but my tirade yesterday evoked a seriously un-anticipated response from my loyal readers. apparently the SWMMD trend is far worse than i ever realized, as it seems everyone has their own experience with SWMMDs to share.

i have a dream, that one day, there will be no more SWMMDs. that all the short, white middle-aged men of the world will attend concerts and not attempt to dance, and never EVER attempt to win the hearts of innocently-by-standing middle aged women by dancing akwardly to a beat of their own.

i have nothing more to say today, at least nothing that can beat the SWMMD story yesterday. so i'll leave you all in peace with this simple thought: i truly, truly, TRULY wish it weren't socially unacceptable to sing and dance walking down the street, because on my lunch break i nearly had to do that, i had no choice... sunshine on my face and good music in my ear turns courtney into a one-person broadway show. (even to the less-than-cheery ray lamontange, interestingly enough). it nearly broke my heart not to be able to share the magic with the other chumps spending their hour of freedom on regent street.

ah well, their loss.
~cfc

"I ain't too proud to stay
that I'm still thinking 'bout you
and I'm so lonesome without you
and I can't get you out of my mind"
~r.lamontange