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This is just to say...

I love walking down 5th Ave and catching a whiff of chlorinated pool.

I hate that people were waiting in line to get into Abercrombie and Fitch. Really? So many great stores and that's what people wanted to get in to?

I hate that none of my friends ever leaves a comment on my blog (hint, hint). Except Naomi, she gets a gold star.

And I hate that Rob pretends he's too good to read any of this--and this was after he admitted that if my life was a reality TV show he'd be addicted.

I hate that I know I'm going to watch 90210 tonight. 

I hate that I watched Gossip Girl last night. Except, I did love the moment when Blaire's new boyfriend switched from an American to a British accent flawlessly--there's a Juilliard grad for you. But really, c'mon. It was so dumb I may never watch again.

I hate when drivers don't observe the pedestrian's right away and then they give you a look like you're in the wrong.

I love goofy, little texts. 

I love how excited I get about any text you send me.

I hate that I don't have unlimited texting. 

I love that my friends embrace the extent to which I'm truly a dork.

I hate when people use their headshot photo as their Facebook profile picture. I have friends that do this and I love them (in spite of this little foible). But seriously, why is it that actors constantly feel the need to remind the world that they're just that?

I love my new purse from Anthropologie.

I hate that I didn't really have the money for my new purse.

I hate goodbyes.

I love that my Mom's coming in a month. 

I love that I'm going to have a tea-party for my birthday. Even if it is thirteen years too late.

That's all... for now.

1 comment:

naomi megan said...

meg, i love you. and this post made my day.