Girls with pretty hair.
I'll never understand it.
Perhaps years of bleach, pink, blue, darkness, and more bleach got the best of me.
But MAN if I could have pretty hair.. Or, styled hair? I'd be pretty impressed with myself.
It's been decided; I will never ever be 100% put together. Guess that's just part of my charm. This goes to you, pretty haired girls. You will always have one up on me. But I will always have the daintiest pinky fingers and largest hand veins.
Doll parts.
I have so much to say.
I'll leave it at - Congratulations Melissa and Rob. Nice night for a red/black wedding..
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