Funkytown ~ GET ME OUT!

I was in funkytown when I got home from work. It happens. I allow myself a little time to wallow. Then, it's time to move forward with a better outlook. I haven't been in a funk like that in quite awhile. Maybe it's my early 40s hormones. Maybe life just bitch slaps me from time to time and, instead of bobbing and weaving, I take it. I let it smack me in the kisser with nothing but a welt to prove it. Well, I screamed (to myself) I gotta get outta this place!! I ate a healthy salad and checked out Amazon.com for free downloads. New music always gives me a lift. FREE new music makes me a scant happier. Here's the flavor of happiness for me on this night. I dare your foot to not set to tappin'.

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  1. janey jayApril 22, 2008 at 9:51 PM

    I always blame this sort of thing on hormones. If we Women of a Certain Age have to put up with the damn things, the least they can do for us is be a scapegoat when we need one.

    Hang in there. ;-)

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  2. MarissaApril 22, 2008 at 10:02 PM

    Thanks. I appreciate the support from a 'woman of a certain' age. I hate blaming the beastly 'mones.

    Winter blues are expected. Springtime? not so much.

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  3. SprezzaturaApril 22, 2008 at 10:57 PM

    Whenever I find myself in a funk, I try to remember rule #3. (Rules #1 and #2 of course being, "You don't talk about Fight Club.")

    Rule #3 - "Non illigitamus carborundum." Don't let the bastards get you down. All those Romans can't be wrong, now can they?

    So cheer up, kiddo!

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  4. MarissaApril 22, 2008 at 11:15 PM

    Ah, gracias...and thanks for the translation.
    This too shall pass. I consider it emotional gas.

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