so, we went out tonight (please keep the "omg jenn, it's 2:07 in the morning and you are ON THE COMPUTER POSTING THIS BLOG" comments to yourself, thanks).. and i was dancing my ass off... because, well, that's what i do. so me, katie and emily are on the dance floor, shaking our asses to some crazy rap music i've never even heard before (i think i'm getting old) and then my freaking right leg feels like it's going to die. like, "if you do not stop dancing and putting all of your ghetto booty weight on me, i am going to make you fall on your ass in the middle of this dance floor" type of death. it was killing me. so i start thinking to myself, self- put your weight on your left leg. you must do this, or you are going to fall. simple right? apparently not. i couldn't fucking do it!!! i tried so hard to put the weight while i was dancing on my left leg, and it was like, "fuck you jenn!" and back to the right leg my weight would go. so there i was, dancing through the pain.. thinking i was going to freaking lose it at any second. i was just waiting for my right leg to give out from under me. it would have. oh yes, it would have. but we stopped dancing.
and then this is where the man with 1 arm grabbed me and i told him to keep his fucking handS off me. i am going to hell for that one.