life is too short not to dance. well, i’m hoping that people don’t laugh at me, but laugh with me. it’s all one big joke anyway. life is too short to quantify everything. shutup, while i try to convince myself.
listening to kings of convenience. lovely, lovely band. especially when it’s the middle of the night and you’re nursing a slight headache, thinking of how long you could pretend that your whole life is a joke and get away with acting like an idiot. not because you unnecessarily complicate things and sell-out with trying to comedy everything, but because you really shouldn’t let it get your goat. really.
sometimes you just have to let go, and gyrate your hips. especially if you’re hot. please?