Ain’t It Grand


A fight is a funny thing.

One minute, you’re over the moon with happiness, sharing this ridiculously unhealthy dinner, thinking about blogging about how the best things in life don’t have to be expensive as long as you’re with the best person in the world. Then the next thing you know, you’re slamming the gate door at that same person’s face.


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Allie has seen many a dust bunny in her lifetime, most of them in her dorm room. She is often mistaken as a 13-year old, further intensified by her weird fashion choices that mostly involve cutesy patootsie rings, colorful knee high socks, and ribbons and bows in her hair. She dreams of waking up one day and finding herself as a character in Star Wars. Preferably a jedi. With a purple lightsaber.

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