Dear Zachary Walker Hanson,

I did not give you permission to get engaged. Especially to Kate. Um, ew? I know I've said I'm going to marry Darren, and that probably makes you jealous but baby, I can be polyamorous. We can make this work! JUST SAY NO TO KATE.

Love,
Andria

P.S. Can I at least be a bride's maid?

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Life is too hard.

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I can't concentrate. I thought it was because of the pure boredom my Earth Science book incites, but that doesn't appear to be the case. My mind wanders to thoughts on anything except what I'm doing. It's getting to be a nuisance, now that it's happening during Spanish. I wouldn't say I've necessarily fallen behind because it seems that everyone [ ( Read more... )

I'm thisclose to calling it quits on this computer ( Read more... )

My little fangirl heart is broken.

I hope you know I'll buy your CD when it comes out. And I'll follow you around the United States when you tour and throw my underwear at you and maybe even condoms for later that night.

RIP Joe-Joe. Keep shakin', baby.

I need to get a hobby.

Or friends. Yeah, that could work. But my friend making skills are rusty.

This is where I mention there are no cool people around here. Everyone please move to California, ok? Thanks.

So, I'm pretty sure I almost bled out through my finger today. That was pleasant.

"Thanks for voting for contestant three!"

Damn right.