Impulse control
...so, for some reason, Yoga gives me unexplainable desire to suddenly go dashing out into the living room clad only in my bra and underwear with a CD containing only Buckcherry's "Crazy Bitch" on repeat blasting as loud as I can get it in a CD player and start freak dancing ('cause, really, I look like a freak when I 'dance') all over the place.
Only problem is, with my luck, I'd give into the desire to do so and then have my roommate come walking in on me at just the right (read: WRONG) moment and I'd never hear the end of it and would really, really not want to have to explain that.
/dork.
...HEY. I'MMACRAZYBITCH DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO~
Dancing probably looks like my icon at best. XD
EDIT: Holy shit, I can has good grammar? No? FUCK. "gives me an unexplainable desire." MY ENGLISH IS ARE GREAT. *PUNKROCKNOISES*
Only problem is, with my luck, I'd give into the desire to do so and then have my roommate come walking in on me at just the right (read: WRONG) moment and I'd never hear the end of it and would really, really not want to have to explain that.
/dork.
...HEY. I'MMACRAZYBITCH DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO~
Dancing probably looks like my icon at best. XD
EDIT: Holy shit, I can has good grammar? No? FUCK. "gives me an unexplainable desire." MY ENGLISH IS ARE GREAT. *PUNKROCKNOISES*