Self-Explanatory

The Boyf and I danced to this yesterday morning in what can only be described as a lyrically perfect location: my new flat.

dunga-dunga-dunga…

Good Golly Miss Molly

Molly Ringwald.  Twenty -two seconds in.

I wasn’t dancing like that today in the filing room when I learned I got a new job in Glasvegas.  Honest*.

*Okay, maybe just a little bit.