Holy shit, DDR is the bomb-diggity.

Yeah. It is.

Not only do I get to improve on my mad dancing skills, I get to burn off some calories in the process. Nothing says "fit" like jumping on arrows to the beat of bad techno songs.

It was a nice way to end my night after a day of doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Oh wait, I did laundry. A whole month's worth, in fact. I'm disgusting and I'm proud.

Oh, and for the record, I love Cybersex.

And again... words of wisdom:

"What's studying? I have to look up studying in a dictionary."
"What's a dictionary?"

"The best way to get over a guy, is to get under another one."