are you calling me a term paper?

greetings and salutations, homefries.

last night was a night of interesting characters. one can truly learn the art of seduction through dance by watching these shining personalities boogie on. my favourite was the 60 year old man trying to shuffle but who ended up riverdancing instead. he then made friends with a couple of young guys (both wearing the same 'resistance is futile' t-shirt) who broke out into spurts of shuffling and stopping, shuffling and stopping. the trio (and rest of the bar) then focused on a couple of chicks who were dirty dancing on a not-so-podium-but-still-higher-than-the-floor-thing next to the bar. dirty dancing dame number 1 then oversteps her little podium and falls into the bar area. so many morals to point out here but i'll highlight the obvious ones. drink responsibly. or crack is whack (ok so they weren't on crack. i just like saying it).

also my kitten has turned into paris hilton but without the genital warts. she constantly needs attention and won't stop mewing since the spaying. poor baby is constantly following me around and sleeping next to me at night. which sucks for her because i keep rolling onto her wittle itty bitty frame. my bed companion also snores just like her mama.

till we meet again comrades. viva la resistance! (you can't hear it but i'm saying it in a ridiculous french accent. i just watched ratatouille)