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I feel like I should make a proper posssst. Yet I have nothing of any real interest to talk about, unless anyone wants to hear my thoughts on the romantic floral/lace/peach trend currently rearing its head in shops right now.*
I basically feel like this most of the time:
*yaaaaaaawn* Maybe later I will have motivation and something to talk about!
*Or possibly my inability to find jeans that fit, my inability to wear ripped jeans, my mullings and decision making system over my hair, a general rant against intensive agriculture, my love for bras... Basically nothing of any interest to anyone on my FList. Sorry I'm so boring! X..x;;
ALSO: Need to admit something embarassing. I love Jason DeRullllloooooooo. He dances so well and he has this fabulous white jacket with spikes down the side seams. But fr srs when he dances, it's like gravity forgot about him and he walks upon clouds of air.
I basically feel like this most of the time:
*yaaaaaaawn* Maybe later I will have motivation and something to talk about!
*Or possibly my inability to find jeans that fit, my inability to wear ripped jeans, my mullings and decision making system over my hair, a general rant against intensive agriculture, my love for bras... Basically nothing of any interest to anyone on my FList. Sorry I'm so boring! X..x;;
ALSO: Need to admit something embarassing. I love Jason DeRullllloooooooo. He dances so well and he has this fabulous white jacket with spikes down the side seams. But fr srs when he dances, it's like gravity forgot about him and he walks upon clouds of air.