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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Labels: autobio, video, when I grow up
2 Comments:
wow, vj/ss. i found inspiration in that song/dance clip too, a while back. from it i learned about subtlety of movement during solos, the hotness of singing something in a language no one around understands, and the power of the all-black skinny outfit.
which reminds me, i've got some things left on my to-do list for the holidays. number twelve: get someone with an open fireplace to host a party where i get to do the above.
One person playing many parts in the same movie is a fine art. I do believe that Peter Sellers did it best.
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