Scholastic by day, trouble by night.
I don't like to drive. You'll have to pick me up.
My circadian rhythm is completely fucked.
High-fructose corn syrup is leading to the demise of the American citizen. I have proof.
My cat is missing fur on her tail so I bought her a rhinestone collar to compensate. I wanted her to feel like the fancy cat she was prior to her devastating fur loss.
My other cat is missing a leg (rear left). He refuses to wear a collar.
I find vodka lovely and therapeutic.
I used to play the harp. I like to think I will again.
I really like those one-piece leotards from American Apparel.
Lately I've been feeling like.....
please just Fed-Ex me somewhere that's not full of losers!
