Other than having this song and the sight of Mr. Bowie in his too-cool-for-words pants, I’m feeling a bit nervous. There’s an open BellyDance thing at this balling little tea house which I’m going to and I’ve never bellydanced in public beyond my classes. o-o Not sure how I feel about shaking my hips ridiculously fast in the presence of loads o’ people. But these could be late night ramblings you should probably ignore….If you’ve read this far, thank-you. :D
and I somehow doubt they’re any better than standard boxed meals….hm….But there are legit ingredients on the bottom. Does this make it better? /willbethinkingaboutthisallday/
Marnie’s bird was called Minerva… giggle at the Harry Potter connection.