I danced this weekend. This is a rare thing for me. I don't mind dancing by myself to my prefered music. But, this was in the presence of many beautiful faces, to the sounds of DJ something or other, no that's not his beggingly witty name. Not just that though...
yeah, its a real thing but i dont have it. its like a disorder...obsessive compulsive disorder. when i say it, i just mean like oh im obsessing over something. i obsess over spelling sometimes.
dancing amongst beautiful faces is what that guy is dreaming of.
oh okay, i love clarifying.
Endorphins.
i want you to dance with me.
TITS
IF YOU DON'T HAVE THEM
YOU WANT THEM