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.
Good god, Martha Stewart is rapping with Diddy.
I think hell has frozen over, cats and dogs will lay together, and this rain is all part of a giant flood.
This isn’t nearly as funny as the night Conan O’Brien had her eating Taco Bell and drinking a 40 of Old English on his show.
Oh god, now she’s dancing! Make it stop!
Will someone care to explain to me why I’ve got the song “Damn it Feels Good to be a Gansta” stuck in my head? I haven’t heard it at all today, and yet it’s playing on my internal brain-radio.
