Pretty in a zaftig sort of way.
Well, I'm a stalker. Yeah, I knew that. I just looked at HUNDREDS of pictures, including every tagged picture of me on Facebook. Here are my conclusions (warning, they're EXTREMELY superficial).
-Some people are too pretty. And I hate them. Okay, not really.
-I would be decently pretty...if only this...if only that. Meh, I have my moments.
-I'm glad that I have pictures with lots of different people doing lots of different things. Not just with Blake. Not just at parties while I'm totally trashed.
-I'm glad I got rid of a lot of those clothes. They didn't...fit.
-Speaking of clothes, where did those Old Navy jeans go? Did I leave them in Scotland? Hmm.
A quote from Courtney just now
"Allow me to be dramati..." *drops peanut butter* "AAAAAH!" *screams at the top of her lungs*
Another non sequitur:
Amen.
-Some people are too pretty. And I hate them. Okay, not really.
-I would be decently pretty...if only this...if only that. Meh, I have my moments.
-I'm glad that I have pictures with lots of different people doing lots of different things. Not just with Blake. Not just at parties while I'm totally trashed.
-I'm glad I got rid of a lot of those clothes. They didn't...fit.
-Speaking of clothes, where did those Old Navy jeans go? Did I leave them in Scotland? Hmm.
A quote from Courtney just now
"Allow me to be dramati..." *drops peanut butter* "AAAAAH!" *screams at the top of her lungs*
Another non sequitur:
Amen.