Still got it

I'm home alone this weekend and what am I doing right now? Singing into the mirror with a hairbrush. To Aretha Franklin. I'm working on a mixtape for my sister from back when we used to go roller skating Saturday mornings with my Dad. I'm listening to "Who's Zoomin' Who." With as big and black and "entitled" as Aretha has gotten, I'd failed to remember a little musical gem like this. Thank God for 80s production.

I realized looking into the mirror that as awful as I've felt about myself this last year since exiting the gym on an injury, I'm um... I'm actually rockin' this look right now. Big hair. Big 'stache. Toned. Lean. It's not bad really. It's even a bit more over-the-top in that there's something somewhat feminine about it. I mean my build and the overall "Michael" brand. It's sort of... you don't know what to make of it. That makes me feel good. There's nothing better than being different.

I guess I'm sort of realizing that well maybe this works for me. Maybe not try to be something I'm not like behaving a certain way or looking a certain way. I'll never be big. I'll never make enough time to shave my body. I'll never be comfortable in my own skin. That is of course until I finally "get it" that is I am the way I am because I was made that way. Then I can stop worrying about all that stupid sh*t and keeping up with the young hot sh*t and start to enjoy what little time I have left on this blue ball.

If only it were that easy.

Why was The Virgin Tour never released on DVD and why can't I buy the CD?! (I'm listening to Dress You Up LIVE.) Seems like it would be a pretty desirable download for 80s folk and Madonna fans. I remember skating to this with the video screens playing the concert at Skate Station 1. Jen's going to love this.