Seven Years of Stupid Dancing
Here, we do a little dance we came up with at Coachella last weekend; a catch-all dance for when the choice of style is not an obvious one.
Today marks seven years since we first ate Thai food and smooched in a Hollywood parking lot, and the most consistent thing about our relationship has been the stupid dances we do to make each other crack up.
I love you forever, cannabis.
Just joshing. I love you forever, Roxana.
