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OK, sorry I haven't posted in a really long time because.... I don't know, I just haven't. I've basically been living under a rock and I've had no inspiration. That's about it.

So let us return to the blogging by talking about me and my needs!

I've found my wedding ring, again. From where, you ask? Tiffany's, of course!

And let me tell you, when I am proposed to, (if, that is, I am), I am going to need to see the ring first, because that is simply how it works for me. And I would like at least 1 and 1/2 carats, please. With the band, it's about $25,000, but I still want it. And I will have it or I will buy it for myself and make up an imaginary husband.

I also am strangely fond of this J.Crew dress. It's gorgeous, and I usually wouldn't go for that sort of thing, but I find myself slightly transfixed. I think it's because of the tiered affect of the skirt, and the neckline, and the lace. The softness, you know.

The softness is also in her hair, and her face, because she's like, "Oh! Me? You're taking my picture? Well I better pose and smile with my eyes just like Tyra taught me to!"

Speaking of hair, I miss mine, and don't make fun of me or say I told you so, because it's not that I didn't like my hair, because it was clearly fabulous, but I just miss something to play with in math class. But then when I really have nothing else to do, I feel badly about growing it out because I feel like I'm conforming. And I hate conforming. Hate beyond hate, because you know that every single girl has long hair. It's not because I want to look like other people, I just want long hair. If they all had short hair, then I'd still want long hair.

So that's my little inner conflict for the day. It's very important, I know.