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’m sick. Again.
That is, I”m sick, if you believe that I ever actually got better after my summer spent sleeping on the couch. I’ve got it all this time: stuffy head, aches, cough, and what can only be described as tapioca in my sinuses.
So Eddie left me on the couch when I told him I wasn’t gonna go in, and now I’m heading back to sleep.
