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About A Girl

This taken partly from my very first post on my old blog. But since no one but Courtni read it, I’m putting it here. Ahem:

First of all, a warning: I talk like a trucker, and may not be safe for work.  I might offend you, but I’m pretty sure I don’t care all that much.  Write me an email or leave me a comment about what an awful person I am – I’ve only been threatened with one knife-raping in my life, after all. So these are the basics:

  • I am 25 and (still) single – how little things change in a year. 
  • I don’t have kids, nor do I particularly like them, with a few exceptions.  Mostly, I hate that people have become afraid to discipline their children to the point where they feel free to throw fits in public and behave like general pains in my ass.
  • I am addicted to video games, mostly any version of Mario Bros, but I’ll play anything. 
  • I don’t think I can cook until I actually do it and I realize that I’m pretty good.  I will rock your socks off at some lasagna.
  • I have a younger sister and my parents are still married.  I didn’t have a hard childhood and I was never mistreated (although if you’d asked me when I was 14, I might have said differently).  Too bad, because it would have made for some great writing material…
  • I hate beer out of cans, but I will probably shotgun a couple just to prove I can.
  • I am clumsy and frequently announce “WALL!” or “DOOR!” to the room, just in case anyone else failed to notice them.  If I ever get married, people will probably think my husband beats me.
  • I love books, but the greatest loves of my life are dogs.

I started this blog  because there are things that I want to write about that I just can’t say if people know who I am.  My morals, sex/drugs/rock&roll, and general obnoxiousness are not things I feel like my family needs or wants to hear about.  So basically, I need to empty my head without the backlash that sometimes comes with that.  To paraphrase a very drunk version of me, don’t hate on my flava.

Kisses.

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