I’m just the girl who helps you find treasures at the used bookstore. I got fired from my bookstore because I have an kick-ass blog. I now pose as a waitress while bringing joy to the world through writing. I love books more than people; well, really, I love anything more than people, although I have my good days when I just wanna give the world a giant hug.
I have been characterized by a pattern of excessive emotionality and attention-seeking, including an excessive need for approval and inappropriate seductiveness. I am lively, dramatic, enthusiastic, and flirtatious. I’m getting along in years now (I’m
29 30 31 32) so I should really stop that whole flirting thing, but what fun would that be? I say what I think, (sometimes to my own detriment) and yes, I think everyone should listen to me.
I have spent my life editing myself (slightly) so as to not offend people, so here I plan to blow my thought wad.
Hugs, sparkles, butterflies, rock music, pink, and Ford Mustangs make me happy.
I am now a mother, but remain exactly the same as before, which, eventually, will cause great distress to my son, I’m certain.
To quote Marilyn : “I don’t want to be rich, I just want to be wonderful.”