bohogirl

Life might not be the party we were hoping for, but since we are here, we should dance.
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Speaking of...
Next time I decide to engage in a 4+ hour dance-off, could someone please remind me that I was in a car accident and live in considerable pain on the best of days (and lets not even go into the 'bad days')?

All I can say is... yeah, guess there is no word to describe how badly my body feels right now.
(but, hey, at least I can blame it on the accident and not my age )

And I get to do it all over again tonight

In other news:
There were all those people coming up to me last night and saying how great it was to see me and how they don't get to see me anymore and... and I had no freaking idea who they were.
Some looked mildly familiar, but most were total strangers to me. Yet, they all seemed to think we were great friends and were genuinely happy to see me.
Go figure... I'll blame that on the head injury from the accident rather than age as well.

Speaking of age... my man-child is just too cute. When he's sober, he tries so hard to play it cool and talk to me like he thinks one should talk to a 29-year-old. But as soon as he's had a few, it all falls apart.
Little does he know that it's that raw, primal, horny, unrefined part of him that attracts me to him (ok, he has no idea I find anything about him attractive, but still)


BTW, before anyone jumps on the 'age' issue - I don't have the 'old' problem. I love being older and can't wait for the 30s - there's no money in this world that would make me go back to my late teens/early twenties...
I only say it because everyone brings it up... either because the 'big 3-0' is coming or because I really don't look my age. So, it's just become a habit to use the old 'getting old' bit...