Area 51.

Ok, so basically once again, I hate boys. Why is it that rubbing their peepee's against my leg is considered dancing? Don't get me wrong, I guess I'm guilty in the fact that I enjoy indulging these assholes. At the same time, however, I would love it if they wouldn't try to back me up against the wall [unless I'm into it, which 9.5 times out of 10 is not the case].

Its no wonder girls like dancing with other girls -- you don't have to pause and take a break and wait for them to become flaccid. hahahaha. They're also sexier and usually smell better.

My body hurts so bad... I need to learn how to dance with less effort, because whatever I do tires the shit out of me. My legs don't want to move at all. :[ but! It was quite a good night -- I miss skanky blonde girl, as we hit it off once or twice. Meaning I hit her once or twice... bwahaha. Ok, seriously, this was one of the worst blogs I've ever posted. I apologize.

I guess I'm just trying to say that I love going dancing, hate peepees, and wish Utah clubs played better dance music.
How come every time you come around my londonlondon bridge wants to go down? haha.

Word.