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I am a gift card-girl. I like gift cards. I give gift cards. I don’t care if you’re a newborn baby or celebrating your 100th birthday. Gift cards for everyone! I don’t know what you already own. I don’t know if your tastes have changed. Honestly, if I start shopping for you… I really just end up shopping for myself. So here’s a $25 gift card. Go knock yourself out.
HRH was having a particularly rough day, last week. So El Jefe sat down with her on the couch, tucked her under his arm, kissed the top of her sweet head, and pulled up Amazon on his iPhone. Search: Girls’ shoes. He’s such a good daddy. And such a sucker!
In real life, I am probably not much like I seem here. In fact, those who knew me when I was writing for a less open site, they can probably vouch for that. I am way more censored now. ANYONE could read this, so I am more reserved.
I watched a news story, tonite, about soft addictions. According to the news reporter, B. Galvin, soft addictions are “… the little behaviors that probably aren’t going to land you in debt or danger, but they can still impact your life”. Nice little word play, there. Is it supposed to be like soft porn? Not quite as raw and dirty, but sexy, nonetheless?
Category: Self-Actualization, Soap Box, The World
