Madness: Now Served in Black and White!
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I breathe.
I do things.
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OMG STARTLING REVELATION
I have come to the conclusion that I need to find a foreign guy, fall in love with him, somehow make him fall for me, and marry him. Preferably someone from Australia or England (as long as his teeth are in good shape). American boys and I just don’t click. The qualifications aren’t too unrealistic; I only ask that he is tall, has pretty eyes (doesn’t matter what color), isn’t easily offended, loves to laugh, and can hold an intelligent conversation; maybe even show me up and make me look mentally handicapped every now and again. Oh, and can correctly use your/you’re their/there/they’re it’s/its too/to/two and whose/who’s in a sentence.
That’s not asking too much, right?
