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i hadn't been since lawler in november and last night totally reminded me of why i hate it there.
what planet are those people from? honestly. i couldn't dance cos there were constantly cracked out people shoving me this way and that and flailing themselves everywhere or sitting on the floor behind me and getting lightshows or whipping their stupid hair in my face. and holy fuck, what is the deal in the washrooms? there is a line, you have to wait in it, not shove your way in!
that club puts me in a bad mood. i might have enjoyed sasha a little bit more if the crowd was different and there were, oh say, half the amount of people in there. and yeah, it's not like this is anything new, but i was just reminded of how brutal it really is.
i did, however, take a perverse amount of pleasure in shoving people who were dancing into me or not moving. the polite ones, of course i was nice to, but if you're rude, sorry, i'm not being nice anymore. that's where my elbows come in very very handy
and for the last time, don't fucking come up behind me, put your hands on my hips, and try to dance with me. first of all, please, i have standards. secondly, does that actually work for some people?!?!?!?!
*shudder*
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no my first name ain't baby. it's janet. miss jackson if you're nasty.
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