dance: Perhaps its developed into an Ellen thing. I mean, unless you are being humped from behind by some 350lb salami smelling chaldean at Clutch, you can't not have fun dancing. I miss dancing.
journals: Don't know why this is on my interests anymore. I haven't journaled since I met Wade.
I called Parks and Rec today to confirm last nights utter BULLSHIT. No word back yet. I left Steve a voicemail. I am expecting tshirts and a plaque. Something to compensate.
A shallow loss on our behalves last night. *tear* Its a shame that we can get randomly screwed and have to deal with it.
For those of you who know me well -and for those of me who really dont anymore - my picture posters have retired. They are gone with the wind and the pictures have been removed. Here is a glimpse: