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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7 Comments:
Ouch.
Me, too! (But it was 6:10 a.m.)
Did it smack you upside the head too? I mean pfffft. I thought 5:45am was supposed to bring coffee. Sheesh.
5:45am walks around in heavy shoes on the hardwoods, clattering dishes, clinking cups. 5:45am leaves the bathroom door open while taking care of morning duties. 5:45am needs three or four trips out the door to get everything square, rattling keys, clattering attachments on bags. 5:45am thinks everyone in the house likes NPR, turning on every speaker in the house and singing along to the jingle ("dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dah dah DUM!") but can't carry a tune in a bucket. 5:45am stand out on the porch, smoking a cigarette while having a cell conversation right outside your window. 5:45am never leaves any cream for your coffee.
Timmy, you understand.
That's because you probably didn't go to sleep until about thirty minutes earlier.
I hope that those were anytime, rollover or infinite minutes. :D
You're glowing from here.
*coughs*
I have no idea what you mean.
*cough*nightsandweekendsminutes*cough*
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