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No moshin', man
2005-10-15 ~ 2:15 a.m.
Emily's Toybox RAWKS!!! I haven't been stuck in a mosh pit since the Helmet/Faith No More concert in 1992. But I don't mind; it gave me a chance to wrap my arms around the hot boy I'd been dancing with all night. To maintain my balance, of course. I bounced more than a Tigger hopped up on speed. My ankles hurt. And I ended the night by macking on the aforementioned hot boy. Life? Is good. Except....I have to be at work at 10am tomorrow. SUCK!!!
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