He takes it in at night.
And carefully arranges it each morning.
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:
If he is anything like me, he probably hides his house key in it because for some reason, he can't ever seem to hold on to his keys and it really sucks to be locked out of your house!!
Ummmm.....did I say too much?
You don't know where I live, right?
maybe it's a bonsai? they are kinda finicky...
i wonder if any of your "weird" neighbors have blogs with neighbor facts in which they discuss the girl emmulating noahs ark in her apartment?
Maybe on the house key, but I doubt it. His apartment is very sparse. He doesn't look like he loses stuff.
And nope, it's not bonsai. It's literally like a bush. A hardy looking bush.
And it wouldn't surprise me at all if I'm his weird neighbor.
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