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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Gwen and I used to hate each other when my boyfriend Brad was cheating on me with her.
But now we have a pretty decent relationship. I don't poke needles into the voodoo doll I have with her likeness and hair I stole from an old hairbrush I happened to find in her trash. And she pretends like I don't exist. It works for us.
Yeah. Mostly she pretends I don't exist either. Except when she roundaboutly made sure I was at the Coldplay concert by making sure my sister in law won tickets. *scoff* As if I couldn't see through THAT old ruse.
I thought she looked great and I really liked the color of that dress.
But my favorite of the night was Reese Witherspoon. YOWZA! Girl looked f'ing wonderful!
Yeah, she did. There were a lot of great dresses that night.
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