How I celebrate!!!
Friend: I made 60 followers?!
Me: Yep.
Friend: *stands up, starts to dance* HECK YEAH!!! 60 FOLLOWERS!!!
Playing games the BD way.
Me: 4. 1...2...3...4. OH, GG! I win! I win! I win! You lost! *starts laughing*
Friends: I really hate you.
Dancing
Me: *let it go plays, I pretend to be Elsa. Sings at the top of lungs* LET IT GO!! Let it go! The cold never bothered me anyways!!!
In the locker room.
Me: No swimming today! *turns on dupstep and blasts it. Backflips off wall* Heck yeah!
Sleepover
All: I WANT YOU TO ROCK ME!! ROCK ME!!!*dances around the room*
Having a pop tart
Me: *nibbles pop tart, when no one looks, slips the whole thing in her mouth*
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The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
Random2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.
