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 have to charge the batteries for my camera this week. We’re going to Mom’s house on Sunday I think for my birthday dinner, and I’d like to get pictures of my Fudgie the Whale cake and general family insanity.
My wrists are in the braces still. We showered and Eddie rubbed them with some Icy Hot, so now I’m tingly.
Tomorrow is Survivor night. No idea what we’ll end up chowing on
