The good, the bad, the...weird??

Tonight I was at my second job and somehow now have the nickname 'Dancing Queen.'  I could say it was accidental sniffing of toilet bowl, but that would be a lie.  I have to admit, yes my reader, if you know me best you know I'm weird. :D

Three years ago I did not care what anyone thought and now I'm trying to return to me.  I became something that someone else wanted me to be.  I don't understand how he was attracted to me, but I was never good enough.  (Probably because I was not Carrie Underwood or had her paycheck to match).  Either way after five months I realize I'm not dead yet.

If you read this you may not know me yet and that's okay because I would love to have a conversation with you.  My life is so organized 'from locked door to locked door.' I crave spontaneous moments. What am I talking about exactly right? Well, 
.....truth or dare in a van that has two sliding doors.
.....heading home at 2am in the middle of winter.
.....having a bad day and getting my first tattoo.
.....running through a sprinkler to pretend I was 5 and do a cartwheel.
....dancing at work or my favorite of dancing in the rain. 
....singing in the middle of a doctor's office at the top of my lungs.
....running wildly around a building for no apparent reason. 
....etc.

I want to skydive, bungee jump, own a motorcycle (more specifically be a biker b***h on a Harley).  I want to continue my goal to visit Paris, maybe Italy.  I love swimming, being suspended in almost nothingness.

So I am passionate and dream big....when did that become known as weird?

With love, IVS