i do a little dance make a little love and get down tonight, wearing nothing but sweatpants, standing next to my truck with the "door ajar", seriously pointing my fingers, flapping my arms, and stomping my feet. yes, shamelessly, right there in the parking lot of 7-11, like noon's watching, because im so stoked.
consider it a victory dance on another successfully slam-dunked day off.
eat your heart out paris hilton, cuz LA's biggest slacker is here to hold my title belt high over my head.
"my head" and "high" end up in the same sentence with me a lot, eh?
or maybe it's just the vanilla starbucks frappacino, that i just totally pounded seconds earlier, sending copious amounts of caffiene to my skull via a brain freeze. back me?
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