![]() And I love nothing more than going for it on a dancefloor, always bringing flip-flops to weddings and parties (remember those?) lest stupid shoes get in the way of a good groove. My family would peer around the doorframe to spy on my daily worship at the altar of MTV in the living room I appeared in every school dance show, which, in my opinion, still bests any of my academic achievements.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |