Posted Jun 13 2011 in Entangled Publishing, Muse Food, Randomness, socially awkward
Okay. Confession time. I was never what you’d call a girl’s girl. No. I preferred mud pies to tea parties. Sketchers boots to strappy shoes. Fart jokes and rough housing to girl talk and glamor. Hell, I didn’t even wear make-up until I was over eighteen. I tried once, but it was a disaster. I […]
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