i can't believe i'm jumping on this train. buh.
just a few thoughts:
surprise carnival date? i think they went to jen's wedding.
{and that girl doesn't really want to be laying - stomach first - strapped in on that grungy carnie ride in her mini and heels. there's no way. it's charming for a minute. until she realizes he took her to the parking lot of the valley fair mall.}
a private train concert. i hope they played that one song.
that dress up there is THEWORST. just awful.
those girls are lying if they say they've donated blood. none of them weigh enough.
michelle is CRAZY.... crazy, yo. and she's a b.
stop crying. STOP. boys don't like girls who cry.
i feel like it's my duty to make ali an appointment with my hair lady
two shantels? must be children of the mid 80s.
michelle is just awful.
{and that girl doesn't really want to be laying - stomach first - strapped in on that grungy carnie ride in her mini and heels. there's no way. it's charming for a minute. until she realizes he took her to the parking lot of the valley fair mall.}
a private train concert. i hope they played that one song.
that dress up there is THEWORST. just awful.
those girls are lying if they say they've donated blood. none of them weigh enough.
michelle is CRAZY.... crazy, yo. and she's a b.
stop crying. STOP. boys don't like girls who cry.
i feel like it's my duty to make ali an appointment with my hair lady
two shantels? must be children of the mid 80s.
michelle is just awful.
i stand by my word: i would throw myself at the chance to be the next bachelorette if we could live in concert tees and jeans and do normal things... like go to chili's and the movie theater. 5" heels wouldn't exist. there wouldn't be any cheap dresses. and there definitely wouldn't be any corny novella-esque public service announcements. hell no.
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