bat mitzvah.

not many people, but much drama/action/what the fck you wanna call it.
to make a long story short!
i attempted to make people realize that hello i was born a female and i want some compliments once and a while plz it's not gonna make you seem like you're madly in love with me whatever it's my freakish mindset but then i danced after i told that to mp3-boi so whatever.
and whilst i danced, panda-grrl, poison, and stacey danced with me.
we won a dance contest. :)
but, on the bright side, the narcissist was quite entertaining,
they had shirley temples,
and a chocolate fountain.
oh, and panda-grrl talked with mp3-boi. :)
(and, to all readers: by boi i don't mean a young boyish lesbian. mp3-boi is a boy whose blog name i spelled like that.)

things kinda sorted out, and apparently i looked divine. :3
the reason to not wear dresses and stuff so much; if i look .that. good in them, it'll give you all something to look foreward to. :3
manwhore danced with some people who i can't remember,
and the balcony was beautiful.
i wish i had a balcony.
and a windowseat.
and a room full of lovely fluffy pillows.
and a personal chef.
and lived with some of my friends.
and had less writer's block.
but that's a wish. :)
and that's it.
dancing is fun, especially when you suck as bad as i do. trust me.
just looking stupid is fun.
if my dance was a word, it would be: wrgzeghziluetighluesntgheea5irugnh5liuy5oit
if poison's was a word, it would be something funky (not F.U.N.K.y) and unique.
panda-grrl's would be something abrupt, short, but something you rarely hear.
and stacey's would be something bubbly. probably the word 'bubbly'. :)
but iunno about the guys. most of them don't really dance, except the narcissist and mp3-boi.
who are crazy but awesome.
the other guys (no offense. ): ) don't really know how to work their hips.
and let loose! adfhaetrigjetlhjg~!
but that's it so far. wrote another song. :)

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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