Your average twenty-something having a quarter-life crisis. Trying to decide whether every decision is the right one. Using sardonic humor, cynicism and sarcasm to camoflage her fear of inadequacy and failure. At least that's what my parents tell me. But that is coming from the same people who made me castrate bulls for their viewing pleasure when I was ten and still ask me if I'm wearing clean underwear at the dinner table...the dinner table for the BRIDAL PARTY at my cousin's wedding, where over 500 people are present, where I am the maid of honor and my mother throws that in as she is making a toast with a microphone. So, maybe the sarcasm and cynicism comes from lifetime of trying to live down you two and the fact that dad use to drop me off at school on the John Deer tractor. I'm from Texas. This happens more than you think. Oh yeah, I also love sunshine and rainbows and puppies.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
a Martian, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Gilda Radner, the Pillsbury Dough Boy, Steve Martin and Martha Stewart (so I can kick her in the nuts.) Oh yeah, anyone cool on this site. He he.
