Miggity's not the one for me. Maybe he is. Oh, ok, he is. Nah, he's not.
I'm tired, missing my family, and questioning when Miggity will stop talking and walk the walk. Get a job. Get out of mother's house. Enough said.
I am also hungry now.
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I feel like I stalk your blogs daily. Why are these new posts just showing up for me today?! How very angsty of you...I hope you had cake on hand to make it all better.
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