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My 25th birthday was on January 1st and I celebrated it, partly, with my mom. She came down to my house with a cake and took me out to dinner before we devoured it in a way unbecoming to females. It was chocolate cake, chocolate icing, with pink flowers on it. She knows my weaknesses and caters to them at any point she can.
I was born in 1980 and upon hitting the quarter century mark I seem to have developed a little 80's nostalgia. As a birthday present to myself I went out shopping yesterday and browsed the toy aisles at a local store. I ended up wheeling away a cart full of My Little Ponies and Care Bears. I always loved those when I was a kid. I can remember spending hours in my bedroom with the My Little Pony stable, brushing their manes and pretending they could fly. It's funny to me how the toys of my childhood are suddenly cool again. I see little girls on their way to school with Cheer Bear backpacks and Hello Kitty t-shirts and I have to smile to myself because I can see myself in them. I was that little girl once, and I guess part of her still lives inside me, though pretty well hidden by this point. Except for yesterday when she popped out for a few hours on the bedroom floor with the dolls of her childhood.
I'm just another model but hopefully the general consensus is there's never enough of us. mimicking marisa if you want to chat it up sometime.
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I was born in 1980 and upon hitting the quarter century mark I seem to have developed a little 80's nostalgia. As a birthday present to myself I went out shopping yesterday and browsed the toy aisles at a local store. I ended up wheeling away a cart full of My Little Ponies and Care Bears. I always loved those when I was a kid. I can remember spending hours in my bedroom with the My Little Pony stable, brushing their manes and pretending they could fly. It's funny to me how the toys of my childhood are suddenly cool again. I see little girls on their way to school with Cheer Bear backpacks and Hello Kitty t-shirts and I have to smile to myself because I can see myself in them. I was that little girl once, and I guess part of her still lives inside me, though pretty well hidden by this point. Except for yesterday when she popped out for a few hours on the bedroom floor with the dolls of her childhood.
I'm just another model but hopefully the general consensus is there's never enough of us. mimicking marisa if you want to chat it up sometime.
This website is horrible, isn't it? If my post shows up in the Welcome Wagon a zillion times, let it be known that free accounts are apparently awful.