Do you ever wonder if people that over tan find themselves standing next to a pile of hotdogs or an orange post-it-note and think, “Hmm, that’s the color of my arm….”
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Mom of a four year old. In love with a (very cute) dork. Progressive and hopeful. Lived in three states in three years, currently a Minneapolite (polite indeed, ever heard of "Minnesota nice"?.) Diabetic for eleven years. Close to family and friends despite having to drive to Kansas (and beyond) to see them. Writer and artist of non-prolific proportions. Married for insurance purposes. Crafty in more ways than one. Believe in working for a purpose. Tendency to get into obsessive kicks about stupid shit. Love a good poop and fart joke (okay, I love bad one's too). Have a bad habit of being awkward and chronically leave weird messages on people's answering machines.
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May 18, 2007 at 5:15 am
Dustin
Why don’t you just go ahead and say my name, sheesh!