You know what? My boyfriend's dancing is so fucking cute, just so absolutely adorable, I can't take it. I love it. In our nearly three years together, we haven't been out really in any dancing situation, because the poor boy is shy due to his imagined inability to dance, despite the fact that everyone knows that no one really needs to have skills to go out and have some fun. Seriously, this kid does not dance. So last night was a big deal. We went to this 80s night with a bunch of friends-- and actual girls!! [It's usually such a sausage fest!] Loved it. We danced and danced. But I must admit, I'm not very skilled in stilettos. Had to call it an early night though because he had a long drive to take this morning.
Today I am lazy. Still not dressed, lounging around, not much to do. Should probably hit the books a little later. Yeah, I'll get to that.
Today I am lazy. Still not dressed, lounging around, not much to do. Should probably hit the books a little later. Yeah, I'll get to that.
fisticuffs:
does he dance like Napoleon Dynamite?