flux

i'm sad to see that picture of Maximillian and dunx making out no longer on my journal, but i suppose i'll live.

i was leaving my friend Adam's place tonight after indulging in Filipino food and British comedy (i brought the Young Ones, he brought Goodness Gracious Me) when Evs (aka the guy that punches me all the time) rings me up to say that he and my friend and commander Tom (of Dance Team 5 Million fame) are going to buy some beer and then try to hold a spontaneous dance party in the hallway of Tom's dorm. oh, and was it luscious!

let's just say that you have not seen a fucking thing 'til you have seen Tom and i rock a perfectly coordinated routine to "Rock Your Body."

and the whole time, i had my ka-bar hanging from my belt and people were all WTF FLUX Y DO U HAV A NYFE!?!?! and i was all DANCE FUCKERS, AND YOU SHALL NOT DISCOVER THE DARK INSINUATIONS OF MY REASONING!

anyway, Tom's speakers kept dying, so it was basically the dance team kids and our most loyal supporters rocking out. we are going to do it again on Friday, and, by god, it's going to be so hot your pants will fall off.