I'm so tirrrrrrred right now, I'm practising my dance routines in my
head to try to keep from falling asleep on the kitchen floor! If.
I. Was. Your.
Boy. Frieeeeend. O_o! Aaaaargh! Start again!
If. I. Was.
Your...? Confusing 'cause its like? Shoulder, shoulder, together, down, up, turn, shoulder, shoulder,
together, slide, back, back, back,
HIT, quick forward, point, turn...
Annnnnnd? I just yawned.
Which means? Enough mental dance
practice for the day. Time to wind down
'cause I know, tomorrow?!? Jarryd's gonna get us! With the bars. And the plie's that make our legs tremble and attempt to detach themselves from our body's so
they can run home, have a hot shower and stretch out the burn! Hahhahahahahaha! I'm
picturing coming home mad as shit
from dance. Legless?! And seeing them
comfortably crossed on the couch! That's
one time I'll take a belt to my own
thighs!
WHAAAAAA?!?! WHAT??!! O_O!!!
HORRRRRRRROR!!!! I'm horrified! It's horrifying!!! Noooh!
I didn't see a cockroach! He just sent a bbm to say, no dance tomorrow!!!! Crusher of-of-of?!? Looking
forward to things!!!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My mouth
is open wider than that crying face on bbm!
Sob! Practising in my head and all? Sniff! In vayyyyiiiiin! The bars?!
And? Burning thighs. :-( Named
Tuesday, Danceday? Just 'cause I'm turning forty!?! Okay, he didn't say
that!? But I'm trying to find something
other than the very valid reason he
gave for cancelling our class tomorrow.
It's like the sun got munched up by an evil sun eating gorilla moon...or something! I-I need a minute. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Alllllllright! I'm calm! Sigh...
You don't know this? And how could you? Not like-like
you're here in front of me or something.
Just like, I'm not gonna be in
front of our dance class tomorrow. Hmmmmmpf! Lemme not start up again, it's late. Wellllllll? That depends on which side of the Equator
you're on. For me? It's early.
Like the next morning! I managed
to sulk overnight! And rightfully so. I'm not Stella and I'm not getting my groove
back, tonight. Apppppparently, I have to wait for seven more days. The very
thought? My eyes droop with
sadness. If only there was a droopy eye
symbol on here? I'd show you exactly what Jarryd made me look like
since last night.
On second thought? Lemme
try.
Looking. Loooooooooking.
Hmmmmmmmmm? ~_~ nope! Too
sleepy. A-HA! I know! Insert symbol....I’m gonna look there, hold
on a sec!
µ_µ
Therrrre you go! It’s clear as
rain that the person who came up with these
symbols? Never had their dance
lesson cancelled. If I was approached by
Microsoft. Now. Today or even last
night? First symbol I would create is an open bracket laying curve up on
the floor! Look at that?!?!? That’s the best I could come up with! Ofcourse? I’m quite aware that you could easily mistake those for my late grans
breasts, but they’re not. I won’t deny that they drooped. Okay, hung! But I cannnn say this! She didn’t have cursive breasts. And laugh....now! You’re gonna get there too, one day. Eleven
children? Stops being a joke after number ten! Even your breasts are like, “WTF?
Another one!!? Celibate much?” But our poor grans were not offered birth
control and I’m rather glad! I can’t
imagine our family reduced to only two hundred people.
On the bright side though? At least I have tomorrow to look forward
to. Taking a bag of trash down to the
road has always been the second
highlight of my week.
Whooooooooooooooo and hoooooooooo. :-/
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