| Aspen is so good, that it killed Ken Lay. That is all.
All is Full of Love!!! |
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| RULES - Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.
1. I'm renting a house in Houston Texas with two girls with the same name for the next year. It's owned by my aunt and uncle and right next door to them. It was previously occupied by a Honduran child molester and his family who fried every day and never cleaned with disinfectant. When we started cleaning up, garbage was shredded all over the yard, soda and beer cans were all over the yard, and the hedges were overgrown with weeds.
2. I am all at once extremely forgiving and vicious. I've let several friends walk all over me and then, upon snapping, literally never speak to them again and cut them out of my life.
3. I'm weird with tweezers. I will sit in front of a mirror for ten minutes tweezing my eyebrows when I'm stressed out. I only seem to do it when I'm absolutely piqued and strung out; otherwise my eyebrows blossom into a brown shrubbery.
4. I've turned into a workaholic. I have to work myself beyond stressed to finally feel like I can take a break and once I do, after a week, I get antsy and annoyed that I'm not being productive.
5. I call pretty much everyone by their first and last names.
6. I love to be on stage. I love acting and making people laugh. My highlights of high school were my Twelfth Night play, Bruin Babe, and hosting Spring Show with Brine Sawn-yay!!!
7. I really like the feel of scales in thirds on the violin.
8. My favorite song right now is the Postal Service remix of Mushaboom by Feist.
There you go Sarah Beth!!! I'm finally getting around to fulfill my tagging obligations! Muah!!!
All is Full of Love!!! |
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| The glove compartment is innaccurately named
And everybody knows it.
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change
Because behind it's doors
There's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find
Are souvenirs from better times.
I built you a home in my heart
With rotten wood that decayed from the start. |
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Don't we look like alike? |
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