If i can not dance ...
Last weekend I went for the first time in Pi überreschend and completely spontaneously, a friend the other has always afraid of her ex-swarm ih to make these circles, made the suggestion and I could not say no. And even though I had hardly slept because I was retired to my apartment and still had to clean. In the afternoon I was shopping (unsuccessfully) and eating pasta. So we met in the evening with my girlfriend for aufrüschen (un for the first time I could run my corset, I had someone to schnürren!), It was really funny the times quite cliché / girly together and sanitization (and feel like a princess when a someone helps tighten the shoes ...). Sun at midnight, we finally there and it was really nice, even if most of the time I had to dance alone (because my girlfriend quickly what is embarrassing and it hurt her shoes). hach dance, makes me feel so free! I broke to think of anything to make me do not to feel anything, just let the music work on me and his. I love that, and I always wish I would never stop again, and that my body is never tired (I think I understand people who take ecstasy somehow ..). has irgedwann, my girlfriend but then (barfuss! - the ground is the way, square black-greasy) joined me. She said that such a strange type, they stare at all the time. I'm sure that they are the only imagining and / or exaggerating. When the began to dance next to us I thought I still nothing. ... But when he is then so we sat around for an hour followed, she has always looked upon and got closer and closer to me, the whole thing a bit suspect ... In the end we were really a bit afraid he would pursue them back home ... My summary: The most dangerous people are the normal unauffällifgen "average guy", or should it be a coincidence that in a store full of goths, metalheads and what do I have all things, a blond guy in jeans and a white shirt unpleasant notice?
completely different topic, I just stumbled by chance on a brilliant song Lola by The Kinks. I've so often heard, and never paid attention to the text, and now I love it ...
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