I'm at this point where I'm searching for answers in all the wrong places at all the wrong times. I'm with out the worry, the words, and tthe too. It is a wicked, wicked trilogy.
If you need me? I'll be in secret foggy corner with the tip of my nose in a thick, chewy, ale doing my best to muster up some sort of answer to questions I can't quite articulate. That, and I'll be searching for a new black bag. Maybe a Minkoff from Clutch?
If you need me? I'll be in secret foggy corner with the tip of my nose in a thick, chewy, ale doing my best to muster up some sort of answer to questions I can't quite articulate. That, and I'll be searching for a new black bag. Maybe a Minkoff from Clutch?
posted by Amanda Mae at 4:00 PM
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i love the thought of a 'chewy' ale! i think i'll have one tonight! happy halloween, lovely! xo
I know Rebecca Minkoff. Actually, I don't know her, but I know her husband. We are totally not good friends but maybe I could score you a discount. Or maybe just the idea of a discount. Yeah, I could probably get you the idea of a discount.
Hope all is well in your world Miss Mae. Sounds to me like it is.
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