random thought...

when i used to work at le spot, in the beginning, i was fond of standing in a corner somewhere, watching the customers, and dancing (very indiscreetly i might add) to a tune in my own head.

the dishwasher at the time used to laugh his ass off at me, as i danced there, to the music that only i could hear. do what you feel gurl.

i still do it now, less than i used to... but i mean, there's nothing more relaxing than grooving to your own beat, as people watch, wary of you, and subconciously gripping their bags tighter to themselves and walking past you a little faster than they may have first intended.