You must be 18 to view this blog. It’s seriously NSFW. Do the right
thing here, slick. Sometimes I laugh too loud. I make crude jokes, and
I make fun of stupid people. My gray hair is starting to grow in but I
cover it up. I curse like a sailor when I think no one is listening. I
talk in my sleep when something is bothering me. I hate my legs. I get
migraines. I LOVE Lionel Richie. My worst fear is being kidnapped. To
this day, I have recurring nightmares about that. I’ve been to the
top of the Empire State Building and I am pretty sure that I stuck my
hand in someone’s bodily fluid on the subway in New York. I have a
low tolerance for bullshit, and I don’t have patience for people
that waste my time. I’m not a morning person. I have an uncanny
ability to embarrass the shit out of myself. In public. I sunburn
easily. I took many years of piano lessons, but I sold my piano for
$100 because I thought someone loved me. I am a complete grammar nazi.
I don’t sing in the shower, but I do sing while I’m driving. I
wait until the absolute LAST possible moment to do the dishes and
clean out the cat box. Key Lime pie is my favorite.
