Yours very truly,
Valancy Jane
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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5 Comments:
Dear PITNAC/OOTFLACTGOENMSO:
I hate you, too. On behalf of VJ, of course.
Lisslo
Break in and smash it.
I would...
Dear Lisslo,
Thank you darling.
Dear Beaky,
Don't think I haven't considered it.
Yours very truly,
Valancy Jane
that person lives next to me too.
Dude, that nine minute repeating alarm is totally insurance to be sure you get up in the middle of the night (eventually) to do something important. It's like the 30 something version of the all nighter. He probably just needed one little refresher nap, and then an extra nine minutes...
and then an extra nine minutes...
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