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.
I so don’t want to go to this meeting. I’ve got to leave in about 10 minutes and I have no idea where it is in the building. I’ve got to find a notebook to use. I’ve got to stop and buy some Cherry Coke along the way, otherwise I’ll be falling asleep.
And on another note, we had to put Skittles in “time out” last night because he kept trying to get out of the living room. He sulked in the cage hammock and fell asleep 10 minutes later.
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