Even though I am adoring the gift of the Adorable Hippy Poet, I am still wistfully wishing for Boy Number One.
I guess train wrecks really are more my speed.
But we should talk about something else, before I have to change the name of my journal to "All Boys, All The Time".
(this is where you can be annoyed with me for skipping past relating
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