I spend thousands of unaccounted-for hours mindlessly wandering the internet and examining the incredible depths of reality TV. I would watch Roseanne episodes, drink soda pop, and munch on chips all day long if I could. Sometimes I do.

I’m 25. Past the years of frolicking in bars, strip joints, and hourly-rate motels, or not…I’ll never tell.
I live in a shack located in Southern California. I have a boyfriend that I sometimes like a lot. His name is J. Sometimes he pisses me off and I have to calmly discuss my feelings with him. Or scream until I’m hoarse.

I’m sarcastic—not mean.