when i am in luv...


...i do crazy things. and think crazy thoughts. (nothing lewd, just zany ones) and speak gibberish. like, i get dfghorihohn every time i see the object of my affection. he never ceases to nvunrusiapdfk and amaze me. my heart goes nvyutjriyxy and i feel all pviruintyz every time we cnvyrka.

being in love feels so ncurnzuiz! if only he would love me back...

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  1. Alma8:51 PM

    good to know a stranger is actually checking out my blogs...

    park ranger--sounds like an extraordinary job. none of that sort here back home.

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