Ethiopian dancing

I can still smell the ethiopian food on my hands even after the handi wipes and the washing, and rewashing. Those are some strong spices. On a quest to become more involved with my life I went out tonight. I truly had dinner, laughed and watched Ethipian dancing with a couple highschool friends. I almost wrote " old high school buddies" but then thought that would make me old... and I'm not ready to start saying my old _________ yet. Living is about roasting coffee beans until the smoke is so thick you can see it swirling around every light bulb, njera thats as pleasurable to touch as taste, and dancers whose sholders move independently from the rest of their bodies.

smile for me daddy

Doesn't anyone else out there think those platinum diamond encrusted teeth are just plain scary? I feel like they belong in horror movies next to the guy with the metal spikes sticking out of his skull.

"Why Grandma what hard and shiny teeth you have." "All the better to eat you with my dear....." Oh man I'm so going to have blinging nightmares tonight.

On another note the card I gave the photo editor was blank. Thank goodness!

Lastly I LOVE my ipod. I got an ipod yesterday and listened to it while I worked out today, and then while I walked to the metro, and then on my ride home, and I seriously wanted to just bust out and dance in the street. Commuting is so much more exciting when Justin Timberlake wants to rock your body.