Friday, September 18, 2009


She chose the right shoes, she got the perfect dress. The lights are blaring and flashing, the music is blasting through her eardrums. The drinks start to flow with the beat of the song. Dancing with her friends, waving her hands in the air, flailing her hair in every direction. Drinks, dancing, music, friends... she's ready to have the time of her life. Slowly becoming the definition of untitled insanity.

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