ridin' dirty

I’ve got that great lack-of-grace thing going on today.  The type of klutziness that appears when there’s an audience to gawk at you and wonder what kind of drugs your mother took while you were in utero.  I think it’s because I have “Ridin’ Dirty” stuck in my head, thanks to Rob and Big, of the Rob and Big show.  ‘Ridin’ Dirty’ isn’t exactly Fleur theme music.  I think it throwing me off.  And I’m not a naturally graceful person as it is.  So now I’m trippin over pant hems, pieces of lint on the carpet, my scarf tried to strangle me and as I let out a banshee yell while violently ripping off my head, uncovering my eyes, I see that the investment banker boys from next door have paused in the hallway to watch the half-retarded girl try to work her way out of a fluorescent pink scarf. 

Try to catch me ridin’ dirty.