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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4 Comments:
Veaj, fess up. You were trying to touch your elbows together behind your back again, weren't you.
I just realized that I can't do that...I"m going to practice.
That's the kind of thing where it's better not to tell how it actually happened, but just let everyone guess, it's more interesting.
I'd love to say it's a literary device, to build suspense.
But no, really, I don't know how it happened exactly.
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