I have stories - lots of stories. I've really lived - and not in the "I've had a million things go wrong in my life" lived. I can get sad. But never depressed. I surprise myself. I'm incredibly independent. I'm fearless; there isn't a door I'm afraid to open. I sleep well. I don't have regrets. I've loved and I've lost - over again. I don't get stupid over god and the devil. I'm good at what I do and continue doing it. I don't work to live, or live to work. I exist in each moment, or at least try to. Men find me attractive. I love wine and my friends. I like sushi. When I'm angry, I cry. I cook and I mix a mean cocktail. I can be incredibly lazy. I can be incredibly messy. I read voraciously. I'm generous. I can spell. Sometimes I give up too easily. I'm 30. I love snowboarding and learning... I am one hundred percent addicted to coffee and I go to bed early. And I love kids...and Krispy Kreme. I only lie to be kind. I'm strong-minded. I'm stubborn. I sometimes write in long sentences. Sometimes I don't.
