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:
That's hilarious.
Only slightly disturbing. Funny in that car crash sort of way...
i love dating a pretty man. mine works in an office about 2 steps away from the gay quarter in manchester, england. he gets hit on a lot. he just smiles, takes it as a compliment, then goes off to assert himself as a man by getting a tatoo.
*giggle*
Oh and WendyKat, your pretty man is from Manchester? I know some lovely blogger people there.
yea, manchester... surprisingly england has more cities than just london. who knew?!
i'll be in mancs in 2 days. 2 blessed workfree days. who else is in mancs?
*snort*
Hee hee...
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