Oodles of Noodles

I've decided that we don't sing enough in everyday life. Just coming from the movie Rent, it hit me. I never hear people simultaneously singing in the streets. And where is the dancing? I miss the dancing. Not that I remember there every being dancing in the streets, but it is certainly possible to miss something you never experienced, right? Like I have never played stick ball in the streets, but I think if I had, I would be missing it right now.

So, I've decided to sing everything. And dance to the wonderful music I will be creating. For those of you who know me and have heard me sing and seen me dance, I am deeply sorry, but this is just the way it has to be for awhile. You wouldn't want me to die without knowing what singing through life was like would you? I didn't think so.

So my life musical will be called Oodles of Noodles, because I think it is symbolic to my neurotic tendencies. The noodle is my brain of course and the oodles are the random things going through my noodle. And it is also what I had for lunch today so it works out from multiple angles.

If you didn't know, I just sang this whole entry. You betcha I did. I think I will go call Bill now because where he may not like the music he will be hearing, he will at least understand this desire to set my life to music.