i’ve had the song Letter from an Occupant stuck in my head for the last 49 years, at least. this would bother me more if i didn’t love that song so damn much. i love that song so much that while i was waiting for the sexxy red toaster to leggo my eggo, i decided it would be a good time to bust a move in the kitchen whilst singing “letter from an occupant” as loud as i possibly could.

think tom cruise in risky business, only i was wearing tighty pinkys, a yellow t-shirt, and no socks, because i hate wearing socks. also my choreography does not rely on the slip-slideyness of socks.

it was great gobs of fun, until i kicked the cats’ water dish and then slid in the water and hit my elbow on the counter. suddenly it ended in tragedy.

and yet, i am still singing that song in my head.