Memoirs/Life Stories

So, tell me what you think of this.

For the title for my someday to be written life story/memoirs...

MIRANDAMONIUM

One girl named Miranda + A life time of Pandemonium = MIRANDAMONIUM!!!

hahahahahahah

I think I'll laugh myself to sleep on that note.

Comments

michelle said…

I think you are hilarious...and I say start on it now because most people don't write theirs until they're older and then they can't remember as many life events :)

March 20, 2009 at 10:22 AM

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