This isn't going to be like the free mammogram van at the mall, is it?
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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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4 Comments:
Hey you changed your about me under your black and white picture! cool!
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about the coupon... I'm sure it's legit... they do those at the fair all the time. Just be ready for an hour freaken presentation (like those Time share ones...) and just say NO..you do not want to sign up for five years of chiropractic care for that leg that is slightly shorter than the other......
I think I could be talked into ANYTHING during a massage. How do you think I lost my virginity? (kidding)
I came here to say something and I was already laughing because of the post, so I wanted to respond to the funny, then I read your comment and I lost it.
I have no clue what I was gonna say. I can't stop giggling.
Hee. That's my favorite reaction!
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