Unless it's a slow dance. Unless you hold me tight and you only have your eyes set on me. Only then I might reconcile.
You don't know me yet, maybe you do. If you don't, you will get to know me by reading this blog. If you know me, you might learn more about me, reading this blog, since I don't have the time to keep up with all of you. I'm a witty, young at heart hobby cook, always in for a good time, craving carbs but not eating many. An open book to many, spontaneous, outgoing, loving and caring personality with Type 1 diabetes.
Friday, June 26, 2009
I can't dance
I hate dancing. I love to see other people dance. At least, if they are good at it. Show offs that think they can dance but make a complete fool of themselves are not funny. Some people think it's fun to watch, but I think it's ridiculous. Why would I ridicule myself? I keep my head high and I don't dance. Don't even go there. I don't want to learn it, I will not dance.
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