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.
Blogging from sunny San Diego
Colsy and her Manticore!
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Crytic message Coco, Lou and I left for the busboy or waitress.
This was my horse when I was a teenager, Snicker. Yes, the one I rode through the house.
And this is my step-gramps, Grandpa Patrick.
3 Comments:
Your granddad looks like a lot of fun. Like, someone you might want to go surfing with, then build a bonfire and dance the sacred Ju-Ju StarGazer's dance with. In the morning, he'd make blueberry crepes with peanut butter.
*gasp* You KNOW him?
Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
See, that is the kind of thing that just makes your day if you're a waiter and bored.
Or, it makes you run. But either way, really... Bound to shake up your day some.
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