Actually, let's not. Because I like you and I don't want you to hate on me when I start stringing swear words together.
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Boots: Steve Madden // Sweater: Target // Scarf: Land's End // Skirt: Base exchange // Jeggings: JCP // Purse: Longchamp (large, in Billberry) |
I don't like snow.
Let's talk:
...about how I can't deal with Taylor Swift anymore. I just can't. Scott told me (he told ME) last week, "She broke up with her boyfriend again. I heard it on the radio."
What is WRONG with her? And all of her songs sound alike and I just can't deal with it. She's gone the way of Carrie Underwood in my book (I turn the radio off when she comes on. Silence is better than "trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble....trouble, trouble, trouble...TROUBLE").
...about how I highlighted my hair last week, and NO ONE around here even noticed. Also, no one complimented my heart sweater, nor my new watch. Wait, a child complimented the watch. He's also the only child who asked me how my vacation was and insinuated he was glad I was back. (I say "insinuated" because he didn't actually say it. However, the others didn't even insinuate.)
...about how Scott made plans for us to go out to dinner the other night. With people I've never met. My reaction was, of course:
But man, I really like pizza. So I went. It was awful and yummy at the same time.
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