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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wanna talk about it?
I did a "happiness is..." on the same day as you, without first seeing it on your blog. I'm assuming that you likely did the same thing.
Look, it's getting weird. People are starting to talk.*
I'd like my personality back now please, VJ.
*Not about this, but I'm sure they're talking. That's a good thing. Anyway it always sounds more serious when you add "people are starting to talk" in moments like that.
'Shaw, long story short, my mother lives in another reality, one where it's ok to be hateful and cruel and tell horrible lies about me. But it's ok. I don't have much to do with her anyway. And I have Bunny. My perspective has been restored. I'm ok.
'Rez, the phrase ' people are starting to talk' just eggs me on.
And it occurs to me that I speak with a reverse french accent, and never pronounce the beginings of people's names.
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