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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6 Comments:
i forgot how weird match was.
i met Boy there you know.
*nods, smiles*
Hey there.
Wow. You *really* do have a pulpit in your bedroom!
The only one I'm a member of is myspace, but I really really really like your profile pic at match!!!! Gorgeous. :)
And since you asked, I'll flirt. But I'm really bad at it.
Um, so, did it hurt? (Yup. I just said that.)
Marry me you intoxicating minx.
Oh, and become a Mormon, because I already have 5 wives and it's the only way I can do it. You'll love my thirty two children, all called Jed. They're lovely girls. In return you can live on my land rent free and teach my children to milk goats.
Kieran, I accept, in a very real and legal binding sort of way.
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