Hip Hop Dancing

Yay, me and vman are back together :) i walked to his house on my way to watergardens station. he was lying on this bed, just woke up, hugging his pillow and pretending to be sick and tired. but it was obvious that he was happy to see me. he kept hiding his face in the pillow and when he peeked at me he was smiling, i could see it in his smiling eyes.

cute.

vman's so cute. i wish i couldve taken a photo to post up here. vman didnt want me to walk to the station so he dropped me off. it was raining.

my train was stopping at stations for 5 minutes at a time (it seemed). At Sunshine the train stopped because some idiot was smoking on the trains, the driver wanted to air out the smoke so the smoke detectors don't go off. At Tottenham, the police were called because some crazy lady was on the train tracks. we had to wait for the cops to arrive and that the lady was safely out of way. Then the train lights started flickering, i thought we were going to have a power-out. But we didn't. phew.

I had a weirdo on the train come up to. It's no where near the first time this has happened but i always thought weirdo's on the train were normal. Until you go to London, Paris and Dubai and notice that most commuters there are civilized and sober.

I see this small middle aged aussie walking down the carriage. I can hear the clinking of beer bottles in his plastic bag, he holds a Carlton Draught in his left hand. I'm listening to my ipod and pretending that whatevers outside the window is interesting. My heart starts to beat faster when he comes up to me out of all the people on the train.

Drunko: hello, do you want a boyfriend?

Me: No

Drunko: Do you already have a boyfriend?

Me: Yes

Drunko: Are you just saying that you have a boyfriend?

Me: No

Drunko sits down in front of me and my heart beats faster.

Drunko: Are you going to see him tonight?

Me: Yes

Drunko: In those leggings?

Me: Yes

Drunko: Does he think you look hot in leggings?

He looks at my outstretched legs and taps my knee with his right hand. I pull back my legs immediately.

Me: Excuse me. Don't touch me.

Drunko: Okay, I won't. Does he think you look hot in leggings?

Me: What??

Drunko: Does he think you look hot in leggings?

Me: I don't know. You'll have to ask him.

Drunko: Okay, well you have a good one darling.

Drunk walks away sensing I don't want to talk. I feel violated that he touched me, even if it was a tap. My knee feels hot and dirty. It feels like there was acid on his hands, and now my knee is burning from the acid. I can feel it now. yuck.

I meet up with Wandy at Flinders Street Station. We were going to Space Dance and Arts Centre in Prahran for a 1.5hr intermediate dance class. That shit is a fucking work out. I was already sweating after the stretches and the humidity in the room didnt help either. By the end of the thing my entire top was soaked in sweat (lucky it was a dark colour) and my BRA was soaked in sweat, especially the fabric around the wiring. Incredible.

We danced to 'Last Train to Paris' by Strobe Light feat. Lil Wayne - for some reason I can't find it on youtube.