I go back to work tonight. *quietly shitting myself* Its such a scary feeling. Its the ultimate fear of rejection. Dancing is one of those things where no matter how beautiful and perfect you are (which I am not) there will always be some fat, ugly, bad smelling bastard that will try and make you feel unattractive.
So please wish me luck, money $$$ and no bastards
So please wish me luck, money $$$ and no bastards
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Good news? He wont count it against my grade