the good:
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{i could stop right there....}
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two dates in one week. who's life am i leading?
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friends who are good for this kind of text exchange in a moment of crisis:
b: monochromatic, flats, bright lips. that's what i wore on my fireman blind date..... look how well that worked out for me....... a: monochromatic, skinnies, boots, and clear gloss. how about that?
b: sounds good. really good! what time is he coming to get you? are you excited? nervous? anxious?
a: 6. i am having belt trauma.
b: details?
a: {enter mid-teeth brushing photo above}
b: it looks a bit frumpy. belt. skinny, bright. your pink one. then wear SPEAK LOUDER. a: too late. he's here. pink belt. no lips.
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watching my
bestie sing and dance on stage. jazz hands and character shoes included. surrounded by all of funny family.
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channeling my inner indie: a midnight showing of a foreign film {
biutiful} in my wayfarers and a messy bun on the top of my head. i fit in, most definitely and for sure.
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a new gchat partner:
ali.
the bad:
only one day in rexburg with trevor, oksana, and the sophster. not enough time.
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living 800 miles away from baby mason.
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rescheduling 93473256 times with jenna. there's just so in store..... but ashton is punking us.
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the self-inflicted pain of a day at nordstrom + j.crew. oh, and let's not forget
hip + humble, where i shopped for lara's birthday present. and coveted every single thing in that store.
kanye west taught me, though, n-n-now that that don't kill me will only make me stronger
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two dates in one week. but where does that leave me? nowhere, at least for now.
the ugly:
getting pulled over twice... on the same day. and all that mercy granted to me in idaho came crashing down ONE MILE AWAY FROM MY HOUSE AT 11:30 PM when officer i've-got-something-to-prove ticketed me.
