das booty shakin'

God DAMN I love to dance. I'm like a dog. If my rear end is wagging I'm happy happy. I went dancing at Elysium (the old Atomic Cafe) for "retro night" tonight. I made a few charming acquaintences, I ran into some friends, a girl recognized me from my website, and I scored a job prospect. All for 4 bucks too. What a bargain.

I get mopey sometimes, but I always feel SO GOOD after dancing. My juices are all revved up, everything seems good and right in the world, and I'm going to sleep like a baby. A happy baby. Like a happy baby on horse tranquilizers.

Zzzz....

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