Wanna sign it?
Wanna sign it?
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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Yep, I do. Please sign this on my behalf:
Dearest Lindsey,
I'm so sorry things aren't superwonderful with your Dad, but please accept this piece of art, this lucky tinfoil shaped as a lightening bolt hitting a tulip, from me. I am sending it to you because it is lucky -- parts of it once were on a shelf at the local SuperStore and other parts of it I found during my travels throughout the city the other day -- and it will bring you good fortune.
By the way, I thought you were adorable in 'The Parent Trap' but I've loved you since 'Freaky Friday,' which I've rented on 7 separate occasions.
Yours truly, with a slight bit of jealousy at your pretty hair,
Thérèse
Extreme shoeist
Big, big fan
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