On my first bowl of Fruity Pebbles I realized this is one of the things I love the most about being me.
On my second bowl of Fruity Pebbles I realized that the perple who love me best also love this part about me. I love that.
On my third bowl of Fruity Pebbles, my stomach felt, looked, and smelt like a carnival. I vowed not to eat them anytime again soon.
Highly professional successful project manager by day, thirteen-year-old girl by night.
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I've been wanting to watch that show for the last little while but I keep missing it or something... plus it looks like another one of those "guilty pleasure" ones for me... can't get myself committed to watching it.
Oops... also meant to say, mmmmmm... Fruity Pebbles.... :)
So funny about the carnival in your tummy!
I LOVE being pre-teen at night. Nothing better than fruity pebbles and a marathon of TV. Remember when Mal and I sat in your room and watched television for two days straight? I love those days.
I fell in love with Greek a few months ago (one of the only things I can thank the writers strike for!)! So cute.
Oh I'm laughing. Hard.
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