I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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That's a great picture. Where?
I snapped this picture of one of my henchmen while we were on a stakeout together, to take out the CEO of a weight loss company. (I think all the makers of 'meal replacement bars' need to die, it's sorta a pet project for me.) I use cats as assassins because they are quiet, innocent looking and completely without moral reservations. I still suspect that my cat Maximus fathered him, despite his denials.
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