Betsey Johnson outside my building.
And of course, I mistook her as a hobo. Love ya!
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November
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- This is not working for me.
- Wild Turkey Day
- No, it's not scrubs.
- Suggestions on things not to ask me about New York.
- I am ridiculous.
- Good news!
- What's your definition of fun?
- If you like it, then you should have put a ring on...
- I'm so slow sometimes
- And so it begins.
- I don't want to talk about it.
- Bloody Hell.
- Another option
- Dream a little dream.
- Another musical confession.
- No Edward Cullen for me.
- Adapting to Normalcy.
- It's ON.
- A realization
- Love. It is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
- Good one, John Carney.
- Her name was lola.
- This is not the zoo
- Sighted
- My new coat!
- I like my coffee black; like my metal.
- H8 is wrong.
- Sighting
- Tis official. I am reallyyyy tired.
- Attencion
- So I lied
- Dear URL Filter: I HATE YOU
- Election Day.
- A Treasure Map to my future appeared in my email
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2 comments:
Did you tell her that you thought her sample sale sucked?
If I would have recognized her right away I would have!!
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