My heart was broken this morning. I think I literally saw it fall out of my chest and saw the shards of ice bounce across the floor. I'm going to tell you what set me over the edge. {I'm blaming this on Ann Curry for no reason other than she drives me fucking insane.} I'm sure you've heard by now: Prince William is engaged. I think his fiance's name is Kate? But let's be honest. I don't care. All I know is that the home wrecker ruined any chance I had at marrying William. I don't care that his teeth are gross nor do I care that he's balding. He's a fucking prince. Confession: I don't care about him at all. I just want a tiara for god's sake. Looks like I've got to keep my eyes on Harry... does anyone know of a therapy that will make me more partial to the gingers? I'll probably need some sort of electric shock therapy.
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Your nuts... I like! Saw your blog pop up on 20sb and I thought I'd stop by and follow.
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Hahaha! You're hilarious! And yes, I'm heart broken to not have William to dream about.
However, I always preferred his younger soldier brother. *gush* Sure he's got freckles, but they're not overwhelming. He's also got a great body.
I am also crushed. How will life go on?
I am offended by your Carrot-top poster.....
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