I think it's really pathetic when people are like, "I remember when I was young... I was such a good...blah blah blah...".
It's just sad. Grow up and move on already! Right?
Mmmkk. So I remember when I was young... before children and a ring on my finger. ...I was such a good dancer... I miss it.
Sometimes I feel like I've had a body part amputated and even though it's gone it still itches sometimes...
Today I feel super duper itchy. I WANNA DANCE! IN A CLUB! WITH PEOPLE! THAT DANCE! IN A CLUB! But I can't.
I wanna dance but I gotta scrub potties and tend the younguns.
In my religion we're taught to stand ye in Holy Places. I didn't used to care about standing in Holy Places. I like standing in wicked places. I thought it was pretty fun , actually.
But now I see the wisdom in not going to places where everyone is drunk and playing Grab Ass and looking to hook up.
I'm not looking to play Grab Ass. I don't give a damn about drinking alcohol... I'm wild enough as is... And I can hook up whenever I feel like it. I JUST WANNA DANCE!!
Once I tried to do a sexy dance for my husband while standing on my bed. (I had all my clothes on still, so don't be a perv...) But I hit my head on the ceiling fan really hard and fell off the bed entirely...
Since I can't go dancing at a club I thought I'd show you what I do everyday all over the house to scratch the dancin' itch... It's really very very sad...
Contrary to popular belief, I AM NOT DEAD YET! Yes. I'm Mormon and a mommy and a wife. But I am not dead yet!!
I hope you enjoy my pain...
