okay - so tonight while discussing a little bit of politics (i'm the girl that watches the nightly (national) news and is pretty much aware of what's going on but just listens to what others think) anyway - about local government and someone referred to the people 'up on top of the hill' and you wanna know who makes 99% of MY laws- wanna know who we're talking about? - grab your freakin' seat ---- jerry falwell! swear to god.
and if that isn't enough when i give you directions to where i live i actually say - it's the turn right after the silo!
FUCKING SILO!
i have kept very few friends from my past. maybe two.
the other day i was talking to a friend i made recently and when asked if i learned anything from jail (and besides the obvious - duh, not to go back) - i had to tell her the answer that came to mind - i learned how to dance.
do not think you can't teach a white girl how to really dance. first of all - you gotta have a booty. how do you get a booty? you gotta work it. in those FIVE months i walked about 500 miles. no shitting you. i can move each buttcheek voluntarily.
then - you need to have someone dance you for and show you the movies in counts of whatever you like to count to (we'll leave it there) and then you gotta practice.
and i did.
today i'm pretty certain i can pop my ass.
today i looked really cute - baggy boyfriend jeans (that i owned before boyfriend jeans were hott) - a topical vampire shirt! - and my silver/white dc's!
hooooooo!
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