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Friends.

I love bright colors. I live, laugh, love them in fact.

Oh yeah. Just like that. 
So when no one else read my blog, the BRIGHT orange background was super exciting for me.

But now I see that it's time to put on my big girl pants and have a more respectable-looking blog. Despite the fact that I myself feel pretty awkward sometimes.

There is literally not enough time in the world to tell you how much this made me laugh.
Anyway. I'm testing out new layouts for awhile until I find something that screams "REDHEAAADDD!!!" in quite the Spartan-esque tone, yet makes me also look like a normal adult from a distance.

 You thought I was going to put a muscular screaming Gerard Butler gif, didn't you? Well I didn't. That's called restraint. You are welcome.

Leave thoughts/comments below on what you think though! You're the goobers who look at this thing anyway. =)

<3
A Redhead

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  1. Hey :)
    I'd suggest a bright, loud "redhead" background because as long as you make sure your post background is relatively plain we'll all be able to see and read your posts :) Do whatever reflects what you want your blog to be :D
    Emily xxx
    makingthosethindreamsareality.blogspot.com

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    1. Great idea Emily! I'm torn because I'm really digging this current layout, but I do wish the larger background could be a color/image. I can't change it though. =\

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  2. I agree! =) I'm trying to find a happy balance. What do you think of this layout? :)

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  3. I like this layout! It's clean cut and fun but not kiddish.

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