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Nov 24, 2009
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(via uppercasemagazine) : jhische.com

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Nov 22, 2009
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what the eff, liz lemon, stop copying me!

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what the eff, liz lemon, stop copying me!


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Nov 22, 2009
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If I were a goat I would very much so like to live here with my goat friends.

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If I were a goat I would very much so like to live here with my goat friends.


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Nov 22, 2009
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finally facebook understands me.

finally facebook understands me.


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Nov 22, 2009
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Is this real life?

Is this real life?


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Nov 22, 2009
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He is so attractive…and after seeing him perform a song from Singin’ in the Rain on SNL last night I am kinda in love with him.

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He is so attractive…and after seeing him perform a song from Singin’ in the Rain on SNL last night I am kinda in love with him.


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Nov 22, 2009
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Nov 21, 2009
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stoop kid forever & always.
in case it’s too hard for you to tell, i’m the only girl seen here — second from the left.my brother is first from the left (little punk) & all my male cousins on my mom’s side follow after me. growing up in a troop of boys made me a little rough around the edges but i like it that way. i miss the days of climbing trees and splashing around in creeks. running wild with the boys all while wearing some girlie-girl tank top and my high tops.also, i’ve just noticed after all these years i still sit the same way, head propped up on my hand that that’s clenched in a fist covering my mouth. weird. and yes…i was blonde as a child…i know, it’s strange.

stoop kid forever & always.

in case it’s too hard for you to tell, i’m the only girl seen here — second from the left.
my brother is first from the left (little punk) & all my male cousins on my mom’s side follow after me.
growing up in a troop of boys made me a little rough around the edges but i like it that way. i miss the days of climbing trees and splashing around in creeks. running wild with the boys all while wearing some girlie-girl tank top and my high tops.

also, i’ve just noticed after all these years i still sit the same way, head propped up on my hand that that’s clenched in a fist covering my mouth. weird.
and yes…i was blonde as a child…i know, it’s strange.