Dash Can't Dance

After all these years, I've resided to the fact that "I can't dance". I know this, and accept it. The most you will get out of me is some fist pumping, and depending on liqour levels in the body - some jumping around. Though, I have been known to bust out the "Running Man" & the "Sprinkler"!
Now days, I like to sit with friends over some tapas and wine, and most of all - talk.

This week I decided to visit our old stomping ground. Now that my best mate isn't around any longer, I thought I'd have a drink in his name. As it turns out, it was 42 degrees & all I could handle was water. I found a stool and parked myself there. I watched the new generation and the scene queens (that haven't changed, with the exception of wider waist lines and tired faces) all putting on a show - dancing like everyone was watching. Arms flailing, feet stomping, striking dramatic poses as the "Time Warp" is blasted throught the massive speakers - all the while, taking it oh so seriously.

Enjoying my people watching, I watched men go from one to another hoping to find Mr Right... or Mr Right Now. If they see you looking in their direction - that must mean you want them. Next thing I knew, I had this old queen all up in my area. A smile and a "no thanks" didn't seem to work. Pushing him away, and facing the other way definatly didn't work. So my next step was a stone cold face and a blunt, but effective "Fuck off" did the trick. Thankfully he was hammered, and wont recall what I said. That was my cue to leave - no partying until sunrise.

I did the customary fast food visit. While I ate, a girl was throwing her meal up in the restroom - oblivious that everyone in the restaurant could hear everything.

The next day I hear stories of guys getting their drinks spiked. If your drink was actually spiked, you know it. You wouldn't be Tweeting about it 10 minutes after you leave the venue. Don't use that as an excuse for your excessive drinking. Silly boys.

Well, another 42 degree - perfect Sunday really. No hangover. No bruised feet from jumping around like a lunatic. Just a night of smiles, laughs, & good memories.

I miss you Luke White
-Dash xoxo

Dash Talks, Without Saying Anything

Reading other peoples blogs I realized that I have nothing to say! Sure I talk about day to day things, but the ones I have read - really say something. I know I shouldn't compare myself to others, but I am a guy, it's what we do! For the shortest moment I considered changing the way I wrote & also choosing topics and dicussing them. Then within a itty bitty second, I thought - that isn't me. Well, not on here anyway. Get me passionate about anything and you wont shut me up. We could talk for hours. On the other side of the coin, we could talk about shit and just laugh and love and everything else that comes with great company and conversation.

I am sitting in my newly emptied room, half naked with the fan on high, rattling, but cooling me in this awesome Summer weather. Sipping on Moscato and writing lyrics. Somethings changed in me this year. New motivations. Same goals, just I know how to achieve them now. I have plans & the Universe has set them in motion.
Life has been good. Little things I am appreciating more - like a full night sleep. Going to bed, and being up at 6AM fully rested and ready for the day. I've always been, but feel more grateful for my family and friends. I guess that comes with time. We have priorities. Family and Friends above all.

Putting a few things out there - waiting for them to come back.

Until next time, I think I have said enough - without saying anything at all :-)
-Dash xoxo

Giving Everything Away For Free - Dash X

That's right. I had a moment. An incredible, inspired, mind blowing moment. I advertised that I was indeed giving everything away for free. There were sceptics, but they weren't the right people I wanted my stuff to go to. I found nice homes and owners for everything. Genuine, good hearted people. Clothes - All donated to a charity supporting the Queensland people. On that, they are going to come back stronger than ever, and their State will be stunning - more so.

Everything I own, or what's left of it can be found in 4 boxes and 2 suitcases.

Feels so good. So liberating.

It's only January and so much is happening from my Vision Board. Afew of those include getting fitter, an oh so craved defined [must.not.eat.kfc]stomach, and surfing. And of course working on my EP. Me, being me - decided everything I had wasn't right - so I scrapped it all. Have started re-writing and working with other writers & musicians to get the EP I want.
Sydney has been calling me non stop lately... And I am answering. Once my EP is complete, and the right oppurtunity presents itself [thank you Universe] I will have a one way ticket in my hands within 2 hours!

2011 is abso-fucking-lutly rocking!

Everything is in motion. All I have to do is stay positive and let all the greatness in.

-Dash xoxo

A Dash Confession

I'm not an emotional eater. I do punish myself with food though - by not eating. I don't know why. Sometimes I feel guilty, or like I shouldn't eat when I have been upset. Almost like I don't deserve to eat. Am I sulking? If I am, what is it about. I haven't left my room today as my housemate is wandering around the flat. I am doing my best to avoid seeing her. I'm bigger than this - What the fuck am I doing? Maybe I'll walk out into the lounge room and passed her and outside for a walk. Attempt to eat something from somewhere?
-Dash xoxo