(but it would have never worked because I have problems with authority, I hate wearing hose, and I have this nasty little habit of speaking my mind which is often blunt and/or irreverent)
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Dear Utah,
When we are together my lips are chapped, my hands are dry and cracked, and I feel like a geriatric in need of oxygen for the first couple days. You're lucky you're pretty.
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