  Tangled Mind First of all, it was intentional. I don't buy for one second that the costume malfunctioned. Janet's a freak, period, end of statement. Now that that's out of the way... Realization Number 1: While walking through the sun-drenched streets of South Beach on my lunch break, just barely breaking a sweat in the balmy 68 degrees (are you jealous yet? ), I realized that no matter how tough life can be, I always carry a little bit of joy in me. Realization Number 2: The art to a sexy walk is never looking like you're in a hurry. You may very well be in a hurry, but your walk should not indicate this. As long as, with every step, you feel the stride and enjoy the sound of your heel on the pavement, and move into the next long stride, you will be sexy.
Damnit. Realization Number 3: Weird, misguided thought number 1: While making my way back from my lunch break walk, a man on the street sneezed really loud. REALLY LOUD. Echoing through the streets and alleys loud. Everyone stopped in their tracks to look. He moved on, and then sneezed again a moment later. Twisted thought crossed my mind: Is he that loud in bed? Then my mind meandered to last night, when I heard my neighbors from what must have been a kitchen romp.
Deep throaty moans with an even amount of time between each of them. At the time, I just wanted to get my little diva into our apartment so I wouldn't have to explain the sounds coming from behind the other door. But, today my mind wandered back to the sounds. Such nice sounds. Maybe they were listening to a Janet Jackson CD after having watched the game. Diva out. 
