aprilstarchild | (no subject)

I think my email is down again. Boooooo!!

Aaaaaaand

axiom won't even be able to read this because the problem's on his end anyway.

I'm not actually drunk anymore, I just like the mood icon.

So, so tired. And I knew this, but note to self: break in boots before going dancing in them. I'm going to have bruises on the front of my ankles. Ow. Dead sexy though. They took me ten minutes, I swear, to lace up; while my parents were watching the Olympics. My dad looks over as I'm finishing up and says, "Damn, you could use those boots to squish babies," or something to that effect. All I know is that just as I finished lacing them up, my ride (yay! thank you!) got to the door.

But I had a ton of fun. Even if, when Franz Ferdinand came on and I started dancing on that teeny circular thing on the stage and tried to politely take an ashtray off of it, I kinda fell. Oops. *blush* I, uh, probably flashed a few people. Heh.

I have a Kim Wilde song stuck in my head.