I'm Too Young Too Start Feeling Old

Today I was on my way to get Moxie'd, and I was worrying about this spreadsheet someone had emailed me right before I left. I thought "When did I become a person who worries about spreadsheets and reports? Just exactly when did this happen??"

So I think to myself that it's time to let the worry go and turn up the radio and sing. Only every song on the radio was crap and I couldn't find anything to sing along with. I veered off my pre-programmed stations and found Tom's Diner. And I got EXCITED about it. I sang along, and since I was by myself and at a redlight and no one was around, I totally car danced. Until I felt something pull in my neck.

My only comfort was that it was only a twinge and I don't have to keep telling people in my day-to-day why I can't turn my head. I'll just tell you guys, because hiding my lameness is pretty much an impossibility now.

I felt better after I got Moxied, as anyone should. (I defy you to go to the Moxie and not leave with your day a little brighter.)

When I got home, I was talking to a friend of mine online, and I made a joke that a cobras always reminded me of Terence Trent D'arby.

She said "Who's Terence Trent D'arby?"



That's Terence Trent D'arby, you youthful bitch.

Now I can't stop watching this video over and over. I hated it when I was young, but now (much like Tom's Diner) I get this sick kind of joy when I hear it. I think I might throw my neck out from all the dancing.

And am I wrong, but should Amy Winehouse totally do a re-make of this song? She's like the bastard child of Terence Trent D'arby and that chick from the B 52's. Ohh! Or Cher!

Now I can't stop thinking of Cher singing "Rehab".

Sometimes it's fun to live inside my head.

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