

Fast foward an hour, and building the groove up, I finnally was getting some excitement to go on the floor. One of the female friends of me buddy (coincidentally the same guy who's a single-parent) noticed that I had an itch to go dancing and asked if I'd wanna dance, I said: "no, I'll lose me groove (LAME!) "Oh come on laddie!" "Ok" YEAH!!

Yeah, yeah ,yeah! Beat of da musiiiic!


Self-mutilation of your body in any way, is still un-acceptable tho.

Ooch! I was a fireworks, a pack of dynamites with the fuse ripped off, a rat smelling cheese for the first time, and untapped keg. Another guy in or anthré thought I was on speed, when I seated down from the second dance, one of the guards came up and said I was too drunk too stay in the club.

HEHEHHEHEHE! Ooh, so tired today..
Now then,

EDIT: Ugh. My tit of a buddy is out of money on his bank-account, and says he can't pay me any earlier than in two weeks. He's tempting me...
On another note I can say that I'm feeling a bit ache. Me neck, me feet, me chest-muscle (that one's pretty unusual for me) and me shoulder-blade are a bit sore. Oh well, tis' the price of hardcore.
