04.09.02 :: 9:31 am

You should know by now that when I say I'm quitting the sauce for a week, it's a lie. Bold face.

I am owie-ing this morning.

I couldn't help it. "Center Stage" was on and it reminded me of my dancing days and I just got all misty over it and I had a few rum and cokes. Whatever.

I can still turn a mean pirouette, I'll say that much.

My Boy said he'd pay for my dancing classes, but I'm like, man I broke my ankle doing that.

Fuck that noise.

Do you know how much weight I would have to lose just so some guy in tights can lift me up over his head?

Like, a lot.

Again, fuck that noise.

Maybe.

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