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Dear nerdy friends & giggly girly gal pals

I

MISS

YOU.

we need to get together

ASAP

to squee over our various fandoms and boiz boiz boiz.

and have in depth discussions about plot twists, characterizations and that shirt Sam wears.

lyke, naow, plz.

kthnxbai.

stressed right the fuck out

Luckily, this and this are making me feel a whole lot better.

I am a Dork. What are you?

I saw this on MTV Live the other day, (which I don't watch very often, as I'm not really a fan... I prefer The After Show with Dan and Jessi ^.^ love them.)

and it makes a whole heck of a lot of sense.

So, what are you?

i just wanna dance.

right now,
i have the overwhelming urge to dance it out.

i definitely need to learn this:

anybody care to join me?

i need a hug.

This is how I'm feeling right now:

but I think I would feel a whole lot better if I got one of these:

lovely little chats with lovely little people

Last night was a wonderous night full of girly (and not-so-girly) things.
I spent the evening with a bunch of ladies whom I like to call friends.

We bonded over stories of people who've wronged us and tales of delicious things, like pie.

We giggled (a lot, and loudly) and chatted the night away and it was truly just splendiferous.

I would go into further detail, but I feel that would be betraying a trust we created last night.

But I will say this:

"Woo! Douchebag!!"

and offer a high five for any and all who understand this reference.

Also, I would like to mention that I have now purchased a few small Pushing Daisies related items off Etsy.com

I will now go wait patiently for their arrival.

Carry on.