What lop I have become. Shame on me, ignoring my poor bloggy.
Well, yesterday was my 21st birthday. Hahahaha. Not! At 26, I am no longer as they say, a spring chicken. But seriously, who ever wanted to be referred to as a "chicken" anyway? One thing I certainly am not, friends, is a chicken.
Let me fill you in, though, I had the most perfect birthday I have ever had. It was like something greater than myself looked into me and gave me everything I wanted. Yes, it was that good.
Hopefully this next year will be better than the last year of my life. I have a feeling that maybe it will.
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