kick butt

My SO’s flight has been delayed and my project partner at work is out with a migraine, so here I am at home, gray day outside, with part of a found day perhaps. I am whipping up some apple cardamom muffins for Mother’s Day, cranking Violet Sharp’s lovingly handcrafted CD, the first song on which is:

How many people wanna kick some ass?

How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too

This is the perfect “shake your junk” song for a gray Friday muffin fest. :)

I am loving your efforts, Vi, this CD’s variety and energy. Thank you again.

High-heeled black leather boots, adding precious inches to my 5’2” frame. Black pants and three-button blazer. Tight-fitting black cami with just a hint of cleavage, so if his eyes drift and I shift just right, a hint of my crescent moon tattoo peeks out the top. Hypnotic necklace of turquoise and purple dichroic glass, with earrings to match. Divine Wine lipstick. Expertly amassed and well-organized knowledge of my subject matter. Highly-developed analytical skills. A good night’s sleep. Most of all, the courage of my convictions, and an aching desire to kick some pompous, male-dominated academic ass. I have what I need. I can do this. 10 AM meeting, here I come.

Just kidding! Well not really but u no what i mean. I want to stop fighting with words i mean waht good does it do?