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I'm totally like a performer and the dance floor is my stage.
True story.
True.
Story.
I'm not gonna lie, it's entirely possible I'm still drunk. I mean I don't feel drunk. And I haven't fallen off my chair, not even once. But I'm in way too good of a mood for Suicide Tuesday and I have been busted rocking the fuck out to Pokerface by 2 managers so far and counting. They're gonna be really sad to see me go when they have to fire me cuz hi have you seen how cute I am? Now times that by infinity and you have how insanely cute I am drunk chair dancing to Britney and Lady Gaga.
Apparently there is nothing so chemically imbalanced in me that it can't be sorted the fuck out with a little cheesy pop music. I need to remember that for future reference.
Also I ate mac and cheese for dinner and pizza on the way home from Dance Cave and woke up totally only 9 pounds away from goal weight. And I didn't vom or nothing, I swear. Ha. Single digits people! I have been chasing this elusive number since I was a teenager. My nipples are getting a little hard just thinking about it.
OH MY GOD I TOTALLY HAVE TO GET A WATERPROOF IPOD THINGIE. CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW MUCH HARDER I WOULD SWIM WITH SOME BRITNEY??
Ooh. I should probably get an ipod then too huh?
Details! Trifle, trifle! Can't I just be totally hard bodied and fly already? I seriously need to win this damned lottery tomorrow so I can pay myself to dance to bad music for a living. I would make you love it, you totally know I would.
No seriously. I'm way too sharp to be drunk so did someone slip me some drugs when I wasn't looking? That fucking Fratboy. He's shifty that one, ever notice that?
Ha.
This typing is seriously cutting into my chair dancing time though so, like, c ya.
No seriously don't unfriend me or nothing. I may stop being this big of a spaz someday. It's good to have goals, yes?
True story.
True.
Story.
I'm not gonna lie, it's entirely possible I'm still drunk. I mean I don't feel drunk. And I haven't fallen off my chair, not even once. But I'm in way too good of a mood for Suicide Tuesday and I have been busted rocking the fuck out to Pokerface by 2 managers so far and counting. They're gonna be really sad to see me go when they have to fire me cuz hi have you seen how cute I am? Now times that by infinity and you have how insanely cute I am drunk chair dancing to Britney and Lady Gaga.
Apparently there is nothing so chemically imbalanced in me that it can't be sorted the fuck out with a little cheesy pop music. I need to remember that for future reference.
Also I ate mac and cheese for dinner and pizza on the way home from Dance Cave and woke up totally only 9 pounds away from goal weight. And I didn't vom or nothing, I swear. Ha. Single digits people! I have been chasing this elusive number since I was a teenager. My nipples are getting a little hard just thinking about it.
OH MY GOD I TOTALLY HAVE TO GET A WATERPROOF IPOD THINGIE. CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW MUCH HARDER I WOULD SWIM WITH SOME BRITNEY??
Ooh. I should probably get an ipod then too huh?
Details! Trifle, trifle! Can't I just be totally hard bodied and fly already? I seriously need to win this damned lottery tomorrow so I can pay myself to dance to bad music for a living. I would make you love it, you totally know I would.
No seriously. I'm way too sharp to be drunk so did someone slip me some drugs when I wasn't looking? That fucking Fratboy. He's shifty that one, ever notice that?
Ha.
This typing is seriously cutting into my chair dancing time though so, like, c ya.
No seriously don't unfriend me or nothing. I may stop being this big of a spaz someday. It's good to have goals, yes?