Ok, so life is a journey and someone forgot to hand out the road maps. This person should be flogged with many wet noodles.
I live in Wisconsin, but I am what someone once called "imported cheese," because I have only lived here for four months. I'm originally from Illinois, the great land of Lincoln. The two states aren't terribly different. I just traded corn and beans for cows.
So why did I move to Wisconsin, you ask? Well... good question. I'm in a transitional period or something. You know... a disillusioned twenty-something muddling through trying to figure out what to do with myself. Feel free to offer suggestions.
I'm very close to m family, and I consider my good friends part of my family, just so you know. I love a little too much and act a lot tougher than I really am (but that's a secret). I get hurt easily and take forever to heal. But I hide it well. I also have a somewhat odd sense of humor.
Overall I think I'm pretty awesome. You might too, if you get the chance to know me.
