There are a lot of things to be written, but do I have the guts to write them?
Probably not. That's the catch with having such a painfully self-aware online account of one's existence.
I am sitting on my couch, next to my sister Danielle, as she watches Pride and Prejudice (the new one). I recently watched this movie and dismissed it for its unrealistic romantic notions. RUBBISH, if you will. Danielle called it girl porn. I claimed that it left me with an "acute sense of lonliness". But here she is watching it nonetheless. I think she is trying to prove something to me.
I think she wants to prove to me that maybe Mr. Darcy does exist and maybe we don't have to be the skeptical Strannigans and maybe love like this is possible?
Well, maybe, Danielle. MAYBE.
But I still don't buy Keira Knightley's version of it all.
I like my own little rendition much more.
p.s. I met someone.
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intriquing p.s., strannigan.
pork, mother.
sorry, i just had to say something from that time period.
i was trying to prove something to you lindsay.
i was trying to prove to you that this could really happen. i think it is. but unlike our mother, i am not picking out my bridesmaid dress quite yet.
linds you got it bad... ahh sweet revenge
I'm just getting my passport.
met someone? sound the trumpets linds, sound the trumpets.
Let's hope Mr. P.S. doesn't read errupting volcano of femanine reaction to lastest news.
Ladies we dont want to scare him off.
yeah all this hub bub!
sheesh.
last time i ever post details about my love life on here. :)
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