Here's my thing. It's the day after Thanksgiving and it's 84 degrees outside. This makes it very hard for me to want to put up a Christmas tree. I know you understand. I'm sitting here, in a tank top and flip flops and can't find it in me to get the tree out.
I just had a realization: I don't rant enough. Why? Nobody really reads this. Picklo, I love you. But really. Who is reading this? It sits in space...I "feel" better that I've vomited my thoughts....but realistically, what the hell?
Ladonna, if you're here...thank you! I heart you mucho.
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AGGHHHHHH, so I post my comment then get to go through 15 security check points to post it to you....then it erases everything. Just know that I typed the most beautiful comments in the whole world, my best work to date and your page ate it. I believe that you are approaching that wonderful brick wall of 30. I had a very tough time with that age only because I was then out of excuses. I think that I am smarter than people younger and older so the chick with leggins wouldn't have bothered me much. I'm going to shoot you over some sort of updated pics. Crazy huh? I never do that. Love you, SMOKE!!!
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