Niki

Sometimes I watch too many medical oddity shows and I become wildly paranoid about my own health. Is that pimple on my cheek turning into a face eating tumor? Is the hair in my eye actually a parasite? Am I my own twin?! I'm also a terrible story teller. I might be telling a story of something that happened to me, such as the time I had like 6 police officers aiming guns at my vitals, or that time my band went on tour to the UK and we had tea with the Queen and by the middle of whatever story I'm telling, I start to realize that someone has just started another conversation or has begun doing cartwheels or something and then by the end, everyone has left and I'm there with the dog at my feet, who only sticks around because all my pants pockets have dog treat crumbs in them. But you know what? I fucking rule at salads. No one can make a salad as well as me. Just goes to show that you can't be good at everything.