Where to begin?….I guess where any writer would: at the beginning. I was born on August 25th, 1992, so be a dear and do the math to get my age.

I’m a pale girl with dark friends, and as a result I’m not only sarcastic and have no sense of boundaries, but I also have no idea of racism. That all tends to result in me saying outlandish things that may or may not get me in trouble with more sensitive people. But honestly, if you’re being sensitive about it, who’s really the close-minded person in the room?

I have a not-so-secret love affair with chocolate and sushi and Mexican food…come to think about it, I’m a food whore. (This is definitely NOT the same as being a foodie. That’s an insult and will not be taken lightly!)

I’m a writer and traveler at heart; combined, those make for some very interesting Grammar Nazi-ing. Although I’m too lazy to actually be a troll so I guess everything balances out in the end.

I really wish I was one of those people who had their life together and had realistic goals they’d reach by their 30s, but alas! I can’t even type up a blog bio in less than 30 minutes, so I’ll just be content to live life by the seat of my pants.

4 thoughts on “About Me”

  1. Well, you still haven’t done this page. Perhaps you are a worse procrastinator than I?

    To respond to your comment (as it won’t be posted AND so that you may dispose of mine here as well without interrupting any posting of yours) – name-calling does not take the place of proper discourse. If you take issue with my article, give a thoughtful rebuttal. Mockery and deflection are what assailants of the unassailable tend to use. 😉

    And while you recognize that #9 is brilliant, that doesn’t mean that your lack of recognition of the brilliance of the others makes them any less so. It’s okay, though – Rome wasn’t built in a day.

    From the looks of your last post, you’re not spending any time in repartee with those who may elevate your knowledge, but rather self-proclaimed “bitch”es. I would suggest different social companions, but then again, what would I know?

    I’m just a “bitter old goat”.

    And by the way, even if I *were* (I’m not.), it wouldn’t make the things I say any less true. Just marginally biased. And aren’t we all?

    Food for thought.

    – Emperor Lu Bu

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