finally.

please don't let the gif* you're about to see confuse you.

i am still team puppy. 

like all the way. 

but since puppies are too kewl to have a friday dance {friggin hipsters},

these kitties will have to do .

sidenote:

i attempted both of these dances.

the white kitty one is impossible. 

*the day i found out 'gif' was pronounced 'jif,' 

like the peanut butter,

i nearly died.

it's almost as bad as the time

i had to youtube the proper pronunciation for "meme."

eight seconds of heartbreak. 

mr. moustache stole my heart.

on saturday
i took part in celebrating diwali.

during the entire program,

i couldn't help but wish

michael scott

would run on stage,

grab the microphone 

and start singing.

it would have been a dream come true.
we came pretty close
when a dance-battle of sorts
happened on stage.
it was some of the best dancing i've ever seen.
just imagine
a bollywood remix of usher's yeah
combined with some traditional moves,
a lot of lassoing, arm shaking, resting
and a sprinkling of hip thrusting.
best.diwali.ever.

attn: bruno mars

it's official.
we are soul mates.

allow me to explain our fated love with an outline:

1. we each enjoy making entertaining videos with our friends

2. you seem to be just as obsessed with hip thrusting as i am

3. we're both good at hip thrust dancing

4. we both look delicious in flannel and stunna shades

5. our children would be adorable. 

on second thought...

maybe we should just stick with the

"you make music/i sing and dance along"

relationship we've got going. 

i think it's for the best. 

i am ashamed to admit that as a bruno lover

 i hadn't seen this bad boy until nicole posted it.   

so moochaz grassyass lady.