Dear Anonymous,
I knew it. I K-N-E-W it. The moment he walked through that doorway, I knew it.
...I believe I must repeat the "You-are-still-seven" lecture.
7 CRUSHES IN THE SPACE OF WHAT, LESS THAN HALF A YEAR?! AND I DON'T CARE IF B IS CUTE OR HANDSOME OR TALL OR WHATEVER IT IS. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH YOU YOUNG LADY?! YOU ARE SEVEN. YOU HAVE ONLY SAID TWO WORDS TO HIM. "UM" AND "HI."
If you were a normal girl, I'd dash your hopes by saying he is dating someone. Unfortunately, the fact that certain men are married and/or taken never seems to matter to you as you claim to be in love with 3 (or now, 4) men who are either married or dating.
Spare me.
~ Your Older Sister Who Fears For Your Future and Will Be So Glad That She Will Be Out Of The House When You Enter High School Because She Does Not Want To Be Associated With a Girl Who Will Most Likely Be a Player
*shrugs* Everything goes wrong, nothing stands out, you lose things, can't find things, you get pissed off, you yell, you get annoyed, then you realize that you forgot something? Just an overall, "bad" day.
Good. You?
Because that's where I was born. :V
...CRUD MY GRANDMA'S BIRTHDAY IS ON SUNDAY. I forgot. :/
Fine. Again, snickerdoodle, sugar, or chocolate chip?
*places cookie next to KtPT's bedside because he's sleeping* :V
:V