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Since Flavor of Love: Charm School's season ended, I've been watching Rock of Love with Bret Michaels. I've been crushing on Bret Michaels for some odd reason. It must be the aging rock star thing he has going on. I had a dream about him the other night where he was this beautiful soul I was supposed to be with. Eh... I blame this on how the media ( Read more... )

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Growing up, I was never good at keeping a diary. My first attempt at writing one was when I was about six years of age. I had a cute pink diary with a lock on it. To fill up the pages, I wrote about how my day went. You know, like picking my nose, running around in a syringe infested playground, and why Rosie lied to me about Madonna and Jose ( Read more... )

Lately, I have been thinking a lot of my life and how much of it I experienced. To be honest, I have not really experienced as much as I would like to. Of course it's my own fault for not leaving the house more often. Eventually I will. In my short twenty-five years of existence, I did learn the following: