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I have the biggest thump-thump hearts-in-eyes sigh HOLY MACKEREL crush on Rachel Maddow.
Aqui.
Oh my God. What a woman. I...don't...even know. WOW. AMAZING.

Also, WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMAN MY MONSTER IS KICKING IN.
CAFFEINE + GINSENG + L-CARNITINE + TAURINE + B VITAMINS
My God. Going to die. Never let me drink one of these fuckers again.

Am I the only one that does not understand Abercrombie ads? They're a clothing company advertising their product with clothes with mostly-naked people? THEIR MODELS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES. AND THEY'RE ADVERTISING CLOTHING.
Pointless. Sex.
Sex sex sex.
ALL OVER THE PLACE.

When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your haaand, I wanna hold your hand. Oh please say to me, you'll let me be your man. And please say to me, you'll let me hold your hand!
And when I touch you, I feel happy inside. It's a such a feeling that my love...I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide. Yeah, you got that something. I think you'll understand sdlknflkwajnfmwe

Not very deep lyrics, but a great, great song. Simple simple simple AMAZING AMAZING.
I WANT TO HOLD SOMEONE'S HAND.
TAYLOR DURHAM, LET'S HOLD HANDS.
Anyone. Let's hold hands.

Going crazy. Whoa whoa whoaaaaa. DOES THAT MAKE ME CRAAAAZZYYYY?
dunandajns something something.
Yesterday, driving home from the mountain, my mother and I came across four guys having a snowball fight across the road. They'd made forts on either side of the road in the snow (there's about three feet there, mind you) and were pelting each other in between cars. It made me so happy. I laughed at them and one of the guys saw me and blew me a kiss. Warmed my heart!

Oh dear God, you're beautiful.
I want to say that. To everyone!! To my mother and to my father and to my best friends and to my close friends and to my friends and to my family and to my passive-aggressive conflictarians and to the man who works at the Greenwater store (with the rainbow flags in his yard and the earring and the shirt that's exulting Bush's last day) and to Matt and to the Qwest guy who I see driving up to the mountain every day due to power outages and to the UPS guy and to the guy who came running up the road with a hatchet when the tree fell in front of our car yesterday and to the girl whose name I don't know who works at Crystal and who always smiles at me and to Alexa ALEXA ALEXA OH DEAR GOD, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL and to Xanda and to Mykaila and to Cooper and to Taylor and to Elly and to Lilly Mudrovich and to Morgan and to Alex Ostrom and to Auri Mathisen and to McKenna fucking McNabb and to Ileana and to Marisol and to Hailey Payne whom I was best friends with during toddler years and to Reland Reland RELAND. And to Ringo fucking Starr and to Rapheal and to Sheila fucking Houlahan and to Maria Mills and to Miles and to Kailyn Savage and to Courtney Beckett even though I've never spoken to you, oh dear God you're beautiful, and to Marissa I-Don't-Know-Your-Last-Name who helped me out of the snow and to the lady who gave me a free lift ticket when I lost my season pass.
OH DEAR GOD, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.
All of you. Every last one. And more. Everyone. Everyone's so motherfucking beautiful.

Wow. This was originally just supposed to be about my huge crush on Rachel Maddow. Oopsie daisy.
Rachel Maddow's beautiful too.

Okay.
And such as.