That is a standard 12 inch ruler. This lawn plus the Christmas lights that I still have up (I don't turn them on, but they're still up and highly visible during daylight hours) only serve to further the look I'm trying to go for with my apartment which is a mix of "White Trash" and "I Am The One Who Is Bringing Down Your Property Value".
P.S. I just realized that my parents are reading my blog now, and in one of my earlier posts I told the entire Internet that if they came and slept in my bed I would let them touch my boobs over my shirt. Nothing about that is embarrassing.
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I'm pretty new to your blog so pardon me if this question has been answered before, but did you find someone to hold you and your boobs?
Hi Mom & Dad!
hi mom and dad. sarah, this picture makes you seem like you're probably not even a foot tall. i like it, but that's what it makes me think.
yeah boobs over the shirt is the one I'd be worried about not the post about a girl who knobbed a whole fraternity.
Is charlotte's post a metaphor or is she talking about her actual lawn? Man I am confused - I feel like that poor misguided middle-school girl.
Mowing the lawn = blows
Danielle, remember I am only a floating head. I am really short.
John, my parents already know the BJ story. I told them that one way back in college. I'm sure it made them feel really good about the people I was meeting.
That's cool that your parents read your blog. Sometimes I think I should tell my parents / friends about mine and then I think that I could never bitch about them again and decide it's a bad idea.
I laughed so hard at that post. You're wonderful, especially on Mondays.
Hey you've even got a trailer in the 'hood. I am proud to know you.
Your yard looks an aweful lot like mine currently does. The problem is that I am the responsible party for my lawn and I just don't mow lawns. Hell, I don't even know how to turn the thing on! Anyway, my cat takes her yarn ball with her when she goes out, unraveling it along the way so she can find her way back to the house.
i need to live where scott's brain is.
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