Sometimes I get caught in mental quicksand. I seem to sit, thinking about what I should be doing, and never get started on nuthin'
It makes me feel like crud, so I 'bust loose', put some heavy boogie on the radio and wait for the music to lift me with the beat. I ain't talkin moody music, I mean boot scootin', rock'n rolin jams.
Pretty soon I got a couple things knocked out and its time for a glass of greeen tea in the sunshine. I might change up the rhythm with some afternoon salsa. One Mile is 1760 yards, 3520 paces, 5280 feet, or 63360 inches. One way or the other, I'm getting up and moving.
It makes me feel like crud, so I 'bust loose', put some heavy boogie on the radio and wait for the music to lift me with the beat. I ain't talkin moody music, I mean boot scootin', rock'n rolin jams.
Pretty soon I got a couple things knocked out and its time for a glass of greeen tea in the sunshine. I might change up the rhythm with some afternoon salsa. One Mile is 1760 yards, 3520 paces, 5280 feet, or 63360 inches. One way or the other, I'm getting up and moving.
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keep on dancing, dancing, dance the night away!
Today, I managed most all of it...
That\'s awesome. I know most people don\'t like rap..but I dare anyone to put \"Who let the dogs out\" by the Baha Men and just TRY to feel grumpy! LOL
Dancing is good and glad that you got up and moved maybe I should try that but all I listen to is Tori Amos cd and cry because she reminds me of me my song is silent all these years