damn you sasha and your devil music which caused me to dance uncontrollably while drinking massive quantities of gin and tonic!! yesterday was indeed hell on earth while i nursed a hangover trying to return from seoul... i believe i have seen hell, for it surely was an eternity.
but the music was worth it. a dj extraordinaire. totally lived up to the hype. my ass hurts from all the shakin. i got home and slept for 14 hours straight...
ugh the only bad part was that my housemates friend was kind of hitting on me, and he was next to me for a long time... and then he started dancing and doing that rave kid " i'm dancing with the magic ball of energy" thing. and i guess because he liked me he kept trying to give ME the special pretend ball. and i was just doin my thing and shakin what my momma gave me just fine all by myself. and i actually had to TELL him, "i don't WANT to dance with the ball. i don't dance with the ball. it's not how i dance..." and then he got all hurt, and was like, "i'm just havin fun... you need to be more open. don't worry about what people think..." and again i reiterated my stance on the magic ball, which is that it is not my preferred method of dancing. and blah blah and he's all hurt, and then went he went to the bathroom i had to run away and jump onstage with sasha and a bunch of other wacky kids. but in a way oit was good because i met some funny kiwis dancin onstage, and one of them kept calling me a "sexy bitch", except he wasn't saying it like austin powers, that was just how he talked. sweet as, bro.
if any of you dance with the magic ball, it's fine and dandy, but keep it to your damn self.
also i was drunk and giddy enough that i started trying to talk to people about my thesis and about music and trance and ecstatic experience... but eventually i just shut up and turned into a dancin machine.
dance dance dancin machine! watch me get down!
now it's 11:30ish, and right on time the couple upstairs is screaming and throwing things again. then she'll scream a bunch and cry, then he'll yell for a while, and furniture will get knocked over. and then he will lock himself in the bathroom and she'll scream outside the door while he sits in the bathtub. then he'll come out so they can scream some more and move the furniture around or jump on pogo sticks or whatever.
get a fucking divorce, assholes. you don't even have any fucking kids. i hate you.
but the music was worth it. a dj extraordinaire. totally lived up to the hype. my ass hurts from all the shakin. i got home and slept for 14 hours straight...
ugh the only bad part was that my housemates friend was kind of hitting on me, and he was next to me for a long time... and then he started dancing and doing that rave kid " i'm dancing with the magic ball of energy" thing. and i guess because he liked me he kept trying to give ME the special pretend ball. and i was just doin my thing and shakin what my momma gave me just fine all by myself. and i actually had to TELL him, "i don't WANT to dance with the ball. i don't dance with the ball. it's not how i dance..." and then he got all hurt, and was like, "i'm just havin fun... you need to be more open. don't worry about what people think..." and again i reiterated my stance on the magic ball, which is that it is not my preferred method of dancing. and blah blah and he's all hurt, and then went he went to the bathroom i had to run away and jump onstage with sasha and a bunch of other wacky kids. but in a way oit was good because i met some funny kiwis dancin onstage, and one of them kept calling me a "sexy bitch", except he wasn't saying it like austin powers, that was just how he talked. sweet as, bro.
if any of you dance with the magic ball, it's fine and dandy, but keep it to your damn self.
also i was drunk and giddy enough that i started trying to talk to people about my thesis and about music and trance and ecstatic experience... but eventually i just shut up and turned into a dancin machine.
dance dance dancin machine! watch me get down!
now it's 11:30ish, and right on time the couple upstairs is screaming and throwing things again. then she'll scream a bunch and cry, then he'll yell for a while, and furniture will get knocked over. and then he will lock himself in the bathroom and she'll scream outside the door while he sits in the bathtub. then he'll come out so they can scream some more and move the furniture around or jump on pogo sticks or whatever.
get a fucking divorce, assholes. you don't even have any fucking kids. i hate you.
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throatneedle:
Thats some funny shit! Magic ball loser! I hate that shit, that and the glow sticks. It's so "Go" if you know what I mean haha. Fucking Candy ravers
demigauge:
you know i'm thinking about telling where to stick it cause i'm not gonna make people buy things...it just not my style if they want to buy it ..they will buy...f they don't they don't....but i'm gald you had a bootlicious time