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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3 Comments:
jon: Nick
Auto response from me: zzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz
jon: wake
jon: up
jon: I just got a call from some police officer
jon: you have the exact same name as a 56 year old child molester
jon: They knew I was friends with a Nicholas Moroder
jon: and they knew my cell phone number
jon: patriot Act
jon): alright so it was a prank call
I'm just glad that everyone was able to have laugh at my expense.
We didn't mean it like that Jon, and you're free to prank us anytime. The fun was supposed to INCLUDE you, not be at your expense. I'm sorry. 619 313 3935
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