I can’t begin to knowing.
Who is Sillyliss?
Why? Who’s asking? She’s just a girl, that’s all. A girl from Tampa or a girl from New Jersey or a girl from Minnesota. A girl taken out of the city and a girl returned to it. A girl whose favorite color is purple and cannot be amended to cerulean blue. A girl who knows all the words to The Cat in the Hat and a girl who has read Bridget Jones’s Diary more than once. A girl who has banned herself from eBay’s notoriously addictive Nesting Dolls section. A girl who owns a receipt spindle and isn’t afraid to use it. A girl who likes her grammar rules but isn’t afraid to fragment off a sentence here or there. Or everywhere. A girl who has seen both Jerry Seinfeld and Neil Diamond in concert. And swooned.
A girl with a couple of blogs. A girl with the confidence to try things out and the insecurity to post all the screw-ups.