The Bachelor and Michael Jackson

Last night I did a slew of random things.  That's how I roll though; random.

I won't list all the boring things, I'll spare you, I'll skip ahead to 7pm and The Bachelor.  Yes, once again I find myself rooting for two people to end up together that I don't even know.  Ben should pick Clarksville, that's my choice out of the bunch.  Her name is really Kasey (sp?) but I call her Clarksville because that is where she's from.  It makes sense to me.

During the show I pulled out a blank canvas that I've had at my house for over a year now, and I began sketching on it.  I do believe a new painting is in the works.  We'll see how that goes.

Lastly, I decided to see how much of the "Thriller" dance I remembered.  This is always an important mystery to solve around the midnight hour, when you should be in bed.  It wasn't pretty.  Don't get me wrong, it was hilarious but it was in no way pretty.  I am so out of shape.  I really need to fix that.  I mean, if I can no longer do the "Thriller" dance, what purpose do I possibly serve?

*sigh*

Yes, I'm kidding.  Partially.

By my next birthday I had better be able to do that dance again.