Okay, so we Americans may not be the smartest people in the whole wide world, but at least we have the freedom to celebrate in whatever way we see fit...Even if it means sexy-dancing with fireworks (It's my choice).
Maybe I shouldn't always get my choice.
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That last photo totally rules. Photos that look like you're on fire are fine by me.
owie.
Did that hurt when all your hair caught on fire? Because I'd like you to say that it was TOTALLY worth it for the pictures.
you people are up to all sorts of trouble.
The sexy-fireworks-dancing should become a 4th of July tradition--it celebrates everything that is good and great about America.
it is hard to make it a tradition if you do it on a daily basis.
"te, he, he!" I was going to write "snigger", but it just feels wrong, so I'll write, "snicker, giggle, titter!", instead.
I have a confession to make… I am a coward for many reasons (obviously because this comment is posted anonymously), but mostly because I have a small obsession with you. Nothing creepy like oh-jeez-I-need-a-restraining-order obsession, but just a teensy fascination. You are cute, smart, and funny which pretty much takes care of the Must-Have Trifecta and I can’t get over your dry wit and sarcasm. I’ve met you before, but only briefly and I’m scared to tell you who I am because I am not one so much of the “neat” variety that you are obviously a member of. So I just wanted you to know that you have an admirer from afar who enjoys all the facets of your blogworld and occasionally sees you in person. Maybe someday I’ll get the guts to chat with you for reals (pronounced ‘rills’). But for now, I’ll leave it at this weird, Amelie-like stage.
Well thanks, even if in jest, that makes a fella feel real nice.
Feel free to approach (without a weapon), I consider myself to be a somewhat friendly sort, and not at all apart of any "set", neat or otherwise.
However secret internet crushes have their purposes as well and I will just enjoy the little ego boost that comes with.
also,
after looking at myownself on this blog I realized that though I have had delusions of fashionability, there is no way I would ever earn a second glance from the sartorialist.
you would.
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