n.
1. overwhelming urge to banish one's melancholy by dancing.
so there i was this morning. luggage hoisted over my shoulder (im flying to melbourne from work today), dress blowing like mad in the wind, running to catch the X92 to work that was 2 minutes early, and i tripped (of course). but i didn’t fall, so that was good. and no one saw, even better.
i missed the bus. but it was okay. the next bus came 25 minutes later. but it gave me time to think.
then as i was stepping onto the bus, i felt a 'pop'. i look down to see a shiny dress button on the floor. lucky i was wearing undergarments the same colour as my dress. i buttoned up my cardigan.
bus was full, so i stood over my luggage. i looked over at the guy standing next to me. i swear i had a dream about him the night before. he was an older guy (settle down) and his face was so familiar. i think at that point i knew i was a little unsettled. and that’s when the bus driver turned up the radio.
my first ever encounter with tarantism. i really really just wanted to dance.
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i really really just wanna squash your face!
i love you tash!
I had a tarantism exeperience last night at the PEARL JAM show.... Eddie Vedder came out and started to play and i was seriously about to explode with tarantism..... Rock on peoples of the world
I'm not feeling very tarantistic.
ms tash (and other onlookers)
slight problem... the mona(tribute) blog site which is supposed to be mine.. is actually not. LOL. you may want to either scrap that site, or write "random" instead of "mona(tribute)"
always fun being mistaken for someone else...
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