My name is Lea Michele (Agron-Sarfati) and I'm a touchaholic.
Twenty-Six and awesome.
Yankee fan, New Yorker, coffee addict, singer, performer; you name it.
Oh yeah, wife to a beautiful woman, and mother to three gorgeous children.
I feel like I know you better now.
We’ve connected on a level of deepness just now.
But you’d think that a girl with that many wouldn’t be afraid of needles yeah? LIES. Hate them. So much. So, so very much.
This has been sharing time with Lea.
I sent my father the frilliest, girliest, pinkest things I possibly could for Father’s day. And sent them all while he was at work; at different times of the day. So every few hours they would call out a delivery for Mark Sarfati and it would range from a giant pink teddy bear holding a pink balloon to a bouquet of pink flowers.
He called me after the third and begged me to stop. :)
I would be an expert at your mind game. I’d make it one of my missions in life.
That would be a mission of great peril and strength, my dear Spiffmeister. Are you sure you’re up to the challenge?
I was under the impression that we already had everything we needed to take over the world but now that it’s official we should totally get on that.
We did, but we needed something extra just to give us the right power/upper hand to defeat everything. Let’s do this.
They should do that. I’d play it. You could make more millions.
I could…I’m so glad that you’d play my mind game. That’s an honor.