I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
For as long as I can remember until she died, my grandmother used this mug for her coffee, and pretty much anyone in the family would recognize it as hers. I use it for whatever drink needs to be kept hot, and even though it was among the things in the cabinets - stacks and stacks of dishes and an entire shelf full of coffee mugs - that Eddie and I inherited with the apartment, it will ALWAYS be Nanny’s mug.
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