I want to marry them in a surprise wedding ceremony, barefoot on the beach in a Caroline Herrera wedding dress.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Sarah Smile
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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2 Comments:
Can JR at least be the best man? An usher maybe? Poor guy, dumped for a snackfood. Wouldn't be the first one, I guess. And hey, he can always say, At least it wasn't Cheetos.
James, didn't you know? A marriage to a snack food lasts only until you eat them. In theory, I'll be single again by lunch.
Otherwise, the marrige ends when the snack food hits it's expiration date.
Which, as I understand it, is the arguement Britney Spears will use when she divorces Kevin, as he is just a red bull and vodka soaked cheeto.
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