there's no school like old school, and i'm the fuckin' headmaster.
30 ish restaurant manager and wifey for lifey. southern girl in a west coast world. i believe that cats secretly rule the world. it’s way scarier than you think, especially if you had the right childhood. when asked to define oneself exactly, i’d say i am an exact mathematician. then laugh uncontrollably. i mainly want to make stuff up, so i’m not really that good to have around children, or other people who aren’t too sure about what’s what. i only believe half of what i hear and less of what i say and all of what i write. it’s safer that way. i’m incorrigible, corruptable, and utterly comendable. i don’t have too many vices beyond caring what other people think, but that’s a big one. i want to own a llama farm. i don’t trust daniels. they are shifty uncontrollable types who shouldn’t be left to their own devices. my mental gymnastics will flip flop you like a bad mamma jamma flapjack. but you’ll like it and come back begging for more because that’s what you do.i try not to cry about everything i’ve done wrong because i don’t get enough fluids as it is. i blog what i like, what i think you should like, but mainly stuff i want to remember for later.