A sweet little Canadian girl whisked off to the wilds of Tennessee by a dashing Southern gentleman, I now have to survive in a land devoid of Tim Horton's coffee and Shreddies, where tabaggons are worn on your head and toques draw blank looks. The words are the same but the language is different. This is my story.
Welcome to my new home. MSN was fine and dandy, and I liked that it let people know when I've updated, BUT unless you had an MSN passport account, you couldn't post. Even if you have hotmail, that didn't count. Besides, I hope this is an easier address to remember.
posted by Janey @ 8:10 PM
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I'm a no longer 20-something accountant who has somehow managed to squeek by without getting a pocket protector. A far cry from the career in instrumental music I was going to pursue!
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