What does it mean if you get almost as many birthday cards from retailers (Happy birthday! Your gift is contingent on your spending more money with us!) than you do from your friends and family?
I am a copywriter and I live in Dallas, TX. I'm optimistic, girly and an avid reader of teen fiction. I find unspeakable joy in old school Britney, big plastic rhinestones, the theme music for "The Office," making fun of elitist classical musicians (but I can do that because I used to be one of them), and the fact that I was born in the same year as 2 of my favorite companies: bebe Stores and Apple Inc. I worry a lot, am a little vain and selfish, and I refuse to eat chocolate that's not really, really dark.
My fake blonde fake-tanned appearance belies a heart full of genuine intentions. Because I only talk shit about people if they are friends or family and are currently standing right in front of me.
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