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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2 Comments:
I am sure the "Sarah Bad" has something to do with your animals and their unhappiness with you at certain moments. (I.E. Only gave them three treats instead of four, 100 rubs instead of 200)
Didn't you bust Mau and Dulce with the whole internet access thing?
Busted again.
Internet? I sometimes suspect them of stockpiling nuclear weapons, so the internet thing should have been a surprise, really.
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