Remember, that one time, like a week ago
It wasn't this past Wednesday but the one before that I ended up hangin' out with Will at a mobile dance party arranged by the Sprockettes. Ya know, it was that day when I got famous.
At said dance party I happened to meet a charming young woman named Emily. I like to think she thought I was a ninja on account of the long metal bar protruding from my backpack. (The bar was in fact a new handle bar for my bike.)
There are many things I like about Emily including the fact that she beat me in a bicycle race, but what I think I like most is her tendency to starting skipping when we're walking from one place to another.
More later.
At said dance party I happened to meet a charming young woman named Emily. I like to think she thought I was a ninja on account of the long metal bar protruding from my backpack. (The bar was in fact a new handle bar for my bike.)
There are many things I like about Emily including the fact that she beat me in a bicycle race, but what I think I like most is her tendency to starting skipping when we're walking from one place to another.
More later.