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Talking at people is grand. I honestly don't know how they can deal with my shit. Honestly. But when they suffer through my blabbling and making no sense, I love them so much. Honestly.
And I'm totally still freaking about this, and eventually my roommate's gonna slap me and be all "CALM DOWN, BISNATCH!" And I'm gonna be like "...okay."
But, yeah. My friends are made of epic kickassery. And if any of said friends who know what I'm talking about (though, if you're reading this, you KNOW what I'm talking about) see me in real life, hugs are always welcome. Because I'm gonna be freakin' about this for a loooooong time.
Oh, and by the way. I love you guys. <3
-resumes fretting-
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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About Me
- Quill
- I'm deliciously random, in case you couldn't tell from reading my blog. I go off on tangents--often. And I have mental mood swings. I can go from happy and optimistic to brooding and sulky in a matter of minutes. But I'm lovable. I own a vivid imagination, and a good heart. I'm a shoulder to cry on, if you need it, and I'll try and offer my best advice. In a nutshell, I think I'm a good person--not to be egotistic, or anything. Blargh. Oh, and I like to ramble, too. Just a bit. So I'm gonna stop now. Yeah. Just like that.
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