I'm such a princess. Let me tell ya. Tiara and everything. If I don't get things my way, I throw a hissy. If people don't pay full attention to me, heads will roll. Oh, wait. That's not me.
I guess I really should apologize.
I'm sorry that I'm honest. I'm sorry that I want what's best for my friends. I'm sorry I say what's on my mind when it's completely necessary, though not completely appropriate. I'm sorry I'm immature. I'm sorry that I tend to spite people when they say incorrect things about me. I'm sorry that I love my friends.
Anyhow, I would like a horse-drawn sleigh ride. I'm watching a rerun (of course, since they don't run it anymore) of Gilmore Girls and Lorelai organized sleigh rides for everyone in the town. I wish I knew a quirky lady in my town who ruled the entire town with her... quirkiness. Maybe that could be me one day.
Nah. I'll be the curmudgeony lady who arrives only to spite those who thought she wouldn't show up and hangs in the shadows and mumbles and is generally... curmudgeony.
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look it let me leave a comment. you are such a butthead by the way in your princess getup to prove a point, oh goodness one day you really are going to get your butt kicked, good thing you're adorable.
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