Outrageous

Mood: bored.
Music: hyperballad - Bjork

Lastnight was that dance thing that I was running.
"Running"... I find that term to be grossly misleading. When I say "running" I mean I put in maybe forty minutes of actual work and the rest of the time I was enjoying a free dance. Heh.
"Enjoying"...Oh silly me, here we are again with the false impressions! I remember shaking my ass to a tune that went something like "my shopping sprees- OUTRAGEOUS! my sex drive- OUTRAGEOUS!" but oddly, I don't remember getting drunk. ...It seems I elected to dance to something to that effect without a drop of alcohol influencing my rationality - and that, my friends, truly frightens me. I mean, I know I'm ghettofabulous but the line has to be drawn somewhere.

Also, through extensive research conducted lastnight I am now able to publish the following:

Five Ways to Hurt Your Lower Back

1. Work four hours in heeled shoes
2. After working four hours in heeled shoes, proceed to dance in heeled shoes for the following two hours
3. After dancing the following two hours in heeled shoes, pick up bigass speaker
4. Proceed to lug bigass speaker to parking lot (in heeled shoes)
5. Show off how strong and independant you are by refusing help in lugging bigass speaker to parking lot in heeled shoes. Rawr!

That said, I felt entitled to sleep in today and of course, completely forgot about early dismissal. Damn I'm good!

Ta Da!