I hate surprises. I love being surprised, but hate the build up. Don't tell me you have a secret. Don't. Then I will want to know. And five minutes ago. I am awful at surprises. This is the reason that I got proposed to in my sweatpants on my front porch with almost only one eye of makeup. It was the only way poor Andy could get me by surprise. I can't deny it. This is a serious character flaw, but I would be lying if I said I want to fix it.
This explanation brings me to the hardest thing I have ever had to do to date. I love the Olympics. I love the precious gymnastic girls. I cannot wait to watch them tonight. SO IMAGINE MY INNER-TURMOIL WHEN I SAW THIS....
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I didn't click on it. I am now ban from all forms of technology... My name is Megan and I have a problem.
Here's to hoping that the article reads Gold! Go Team USA!!
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