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Okay, I could start this post by wanting to explain everything but dude, that's one hell of a story. The other way I tell this story is by just saying that I had totally forgotten how much I love going dancing.
About a month ago was Carol's (this girl from work that's, like, 23) birthday and about six of us (all of them between 22 and 24 -- and me) went dancing. It was a Wednesday. We got there around seven at night and left a little before midnight. Yes, it was amazing and fun and something I hadn't noticed I missed until I went and did it.
And then yesterday we went out for Margarita's birthday (she's now 24) and it was also amazing. We got there around the same time (a friday, but dude, right after work!) and stayed there until a little before one.
GOD. After Carol's birthday, was Flavia's and we went dancing too. Dude. I've gone dancing three times in the past month. Before that, the last time I went to a club? Oh, right, about nine years ago. No, I AM NOT SHITTING YOU. It's that... stupid, fucked up, depressing, you name it.
I had forgotten I loved dancing. I had forgotten I could go out. Dude. Last night I must have danced with three or five guys, all perreos (these latin songs, kinda offensive and very slutty) in TOTALLY slutty ways but dude, who cares! I was having fun, I don't care if the guy thinks I wanna do something else with him because I don't, I just wanna dance all seductive and stuff, and kinda feel amazing at the same time. It was so much fun.
I must have come back from the dead around eleven this morning, took a shower and then went back to bed. *giggles* I'm going out in a while, to the movies with a friend, but dude, I had so much fun. Then again, about twenty minutes ago I was starting to get depressed. It's stupid, and I know, but god, how I wanna know just how fucked up he is! I wish someone could tell me he was broken hearted, he had realized he had made a huge mistake and wished he hadn't, I want him in pain, damn it! I want him sobbing his pathetic little heart out! I want BLOOD!
Oh, well.
Nevermind that. Gotta get ready or I'll be late, again.
About a month ago was Carol's (this girl from work that's, like, 23) birthday and about six of us (all of them between 22 and 24 -- and me) went dancing. It was a Wednesday. We got there around seven at night and left a little before midnight. Yes, it was amazing and fun and something I hadn't noticed I missed until I went and did it.
And then yesterday we went out for Margarita's birthday (she's now 24) and it was also amazing. We got there around the same time (a friday, but dude, right after work!) and stayed there until a little before one.
GOD. After Carol's birthday, was Flavia's and we went dancing too. Dude. I've gone dancing three times in the past month. Before that, the last time I went to a club? Oh, right, about nine years ago. No, I AM NOT SHITTING YOU. It's that... stupid, fucked up, depressing, you name it.
I had forgotten I loved dancing. I had forgotten I could go out. Dude. Last night I must have danced with three or five guys, all perreos (these latin songs, kinda offensive and very slutty) in TOTALLY slutty ways but dude, who cares! I was having fun, I don't care if the guy thinks I wanna do something else with him because I don't, I just wanna dance all seductive and stuff, and kinda feel amazing at the same time. It was so much fun.
I must have come back from the dead around eleven this morning, took a shower and then went back to bed. *giggles* I'm going out in a while, to the movies with a friend, but dude, I had so much fun. Then again, about twenty minutes ago I was starting to get depressed. It's stupid, and I know, but god, how I wanna know just how fucked up he is! I wish someone could tell me he was broken hearted, he had realized he had made a huge mistake and wished he hadn't, I want him in pain, damn it! I want him sobbing his pathetic little heart out! I want BLOOD!
Oh, well.
Nevermind that. Gotta get ready or I'll be late, again.