| My friend messaged me on AOL on Saturday asking about numa numa dance |
| Posted by: Sabrina (10/9/2005) |
I pinched and slapped numa numa dance but it's really tough and strong. It didn't break or bend or bruise. Finally, I gave up trying to wreck numa numa dance even though I hated my stepfather and he was the one that gave me numa numa dance. I don't know how to get rid of numa numa dance. He will know if I cluck it.
There's a tattoo parlor near the mall. I was thinking about getting one. But then I decided against it, because I don't want to make a decision when I'm having a gross Saturday because a tattoo will stay with me for the rest of my life. I want to get it when I'm in a peachy mood and to know full well what design I will choose will not be because of a very poor mood. And I want numa numa dance to not be a part of it either.
I'm trying to escape my stepfather and numa numa dance but it seems they both go hand in hand. The image of my stepfather and of numa numa dance is somehow merged together in my dreams and a blurr. I don't know what that means and frankly, I don't care. My stepfather tries to be nice and makes hamburgers for us in front of my Mom but I know better. It's just an act. I can't believe she let him pull it off. She's just blind to him.
I was trying to tell my best friend about numa numa dance on AOL but I think he caught me. So I quickly closed AOL and pretended I was just surfing the Net. My best friend has a Mazda but I don't have my own ride yet so I'm in less control of my situation than I hope to be.
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