06.05.03 - 11:55 p.m.

for shits sake, I actually got thru to this diaryland, with it's always overloaded system that never lets me write shit when i feel urgent, cos I always gotta wait.somebody please give me a livejournal. I need some instant gratitude.

so who new that I would go out to an 80's dance club in santa cruz with four people I met at my brothers girlfriends house, and two of them would be german, and I would shake my heart out of my chest with a boy named ricky, who almost was as good a dance partner as jamal. what I mean is, I always close my eyes, and then my hair also falls in fron t of me, and i cant see anything, but i spin and shake and drift and crash, and isnt it just mind blowing when someone is following yr steps, steps that have never been thunk of before, but they are right there just the same, like it was syncronized or coriagraphed.. I always love that. but its a rare thing. I can barely dance with anyone. I always just dance alone, even with a partner, I still dance like I am alone. and in my bedroom, in my underware, i dance the shit out of kylie monogue, like nobody's business, and my room is a house in and of itself, so nobody can hear the heart pounding of my bare feet on the floor. oh, what a night it has become. and sheesh, it's only midnight.

I am happy.

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