tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047471444410218491.post4473035363755721897..comments2012-10-25T10:10:33.006-07:00Comments on <center>The Girl With The Most Cake</center>: DollHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130809617812703743noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047471444410218491.post-66477557790850033552010-10-13T17:30:26.638-07:002010-10-13T17:30:26.638-07:00Haha! I have that red!
I wish I could find a job...Haha! I have that red!<br /><br />I wish I could find a job that would pay me to research cemeteries/abandoned places. Instead I am stuck working with ignorant people who do not understand how bad of an idea it is to keep re-building their house near a river!DollHearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16130809617812703743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047471444410218491.post-70726036150456328592010-10-13T13:20:05.244-07:002010-10-13T13:20:05.244-07:00Ooh that's a good color red. You need! Did you...Ooh that's a good color red. You need! Did you know that G still works two nights a week at Pita Pit? Haha. He is so sick of it but I will forever love every kind of pita. The Philly cheese steak. Cheese steak of dreams! The gyro is always my favorite, although I think their meat there is kind of blah.<br /><br />You would have loved where I lived in London. Every day when we walked to the train station, we had to walk past this SUPER old church, right smack in the middle of Streatham, and there were these ancient headstones in the cemetery outside. Lots of them were so old you couldn't even read them any more, and had big scary skulls etched into them. I loved it there but it was also annoying because, due to the location, we'd always see homeless people and alcoholics passed out on them. Disrespekz.Fawn and Flowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04772902055822460503noreply@blogger.com