Retrospective

I'm cleaning. It's late at night. I'm strangely energized and I am cleaning. It feels good... not quite cathartic, but in a similar vein.

Ever have a moment when someone said something and it completely confirmed your actions? An ex once informed me that he should have had me dye my hair red while we were dating. It seems small, but this one statement summed up a great portion of the reason why we ended. Overly concerned with physical appearances, him trying to get me to change the way I look/dressed.

I'm happy where I am.

Dancing around in leggings and socks and too-dark lipstick... how else would you clean?

Edit:
I unintentionally posted this on the wrong blog, but now that it is here I don't feel like deleting it.

Here is my current cleaning playlist:
Talk to Me, Dance with Me by the Hot Hot Heat
Break Me, Shake Me by Savage Garden
Gingerbread Coffin by Rasputina
Quicksand by La Roux
The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
And then some...