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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I'm joining too. Just as soon as I cross the Atlantic. I bet they do drive-by Poetry Readings. You're walking down the street and you hear a screech of tyres. A car comes screaming down the road and as it approaches the tinted window is hurriedly wound down. A man wearing a beret and black polo-neck jumper leans out and begins to shout at the top of his voice "DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT..."
It sends shivers down my spine. I wonder who their rival gang is?
Oh, Kiernan, I just laughed so hard I cried.
*Kieran (sorry for misspelling your name, unexcusable, really)
And I believe their rival gang is the Sculptors. You don't want to cross them, they will cut you with the jagged edge of a Precious Moments figurine.
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