Category Archives: dancing

die. i died.

“Fauxhawk lives in mortal fear of dancing and I am a complete spaz, so I had to talk him through a series of awkward white person moves while everyone gathered around us. It was like watching a Stevie Wonder impersonator drag a corpse around the dance floor.

– From What Possessed Me’s most recent wedding recap post.

Yes. This is going to be our first dance exactly. Now that I have accepted that, perhaps I can embrace it with open arms. FUCK YEAH, WE ARE GOING TO BE TERRIBLE.