There must be something in the water in Off work at ten. Pit stop at home. Seven minutes later, this (down, below) is what we get. Every. Single. Time.
But do we hate her? Couldn't if we tried.
No doubt her wears have been excavated from deep within a cavernous, heaping laundry hamper, or from off the floor of her shared accommodation. Certainly a shower wasn't viable due to the tick-tock, and a flat iron, blow-dryer or any form of aerosol has been left untouched, unused, unplugged. Prints and plaids and tiny little shoes for her tiny little feet, cat eyes, and big, heavy jewels that could sink her stone.
Mini but mighty, Hannah Sider, with her signature smirk, rocks me, quakes me, and charms me time and time again. The best? She really, honestly, doesn't even try.
[see: those who are "trying-to-not-try-to-look-like-I-tried"]
2 comments:
yea she did
how can you not fall in love with her?
http://highwaisted.blogspot.com/2007/09/canadian-cory-kennedy-i-found-her.html
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