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Allow Me To Introduce Myself!

Alright so In order for your journey on this blog to make any sense I think that it's important that you have a good understanding of the girl that I am! So I'm going to answer some very important questions that'll help you with that understanding. 

NAME? Blair M. 
AGE? Fifteen. 
FAVORITE COLOR? Purple, Duh. 
DOGS OR CATS? I'm allergic to both!
FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? P O P.
WHAT PART OF THE HUMAN FACE IS YOUR FAVORITE? Eyes. 
MILK BEFORE OR AFTER CEREAL? After. I'm not an animal. 
WHAT IS THE SCARIEST MOVIE YOU'VE EVER SEEN? Trolls (2016). 
WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET? Fleabag from Fleabag.
FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK? Tuesday. 
HAVE YOU EVER MADE A PRANK CALL? Yes, to Subway in 6th grade on a bus going to Skate-land 
WHAT IS THE BEST SONG TO DANCE TO? Dancing on my Own (Robyn 2010), I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Whitney Huston 1987), Just Dance (Lady Gaga 2008), or Let's Dance (David Bowie 1983). Really any song with the word dance in it. 
FAVORITE SOCIAL MEDIA APP? Instagram because I'm nosy or Pinterest because I'm wishful. 
WHAT FOOD DO YOU HATE? Yogurt. Ick. 
NAME ONE THING THAT SCARES YOU? Regret. 
ARE YOU DONE WITH THIS QUESTIONNAIRE? YES!!

Now that we're better acquainted feel free to leave your answers to these questions in the comments. Until next time!




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