I'm ridiculous. Lets just get that out of the way. I have self diagnosed ADD. I talk a lot. And a lot about ridiculous random shit. But I amuse myself, and occassionally others... and it keeps me happy. In my sophmore yearbook some kid wrote "she who can laugh at herself will never cease to be amused". He was an asshole, but I never forgot it.

I'm a 23 year old single white female addicted to details. I worked with mentally retarded teenagers who had behavioral disorders for 2.5 years. It was the most life altering experience of my life. Bit. Kicked. Spit on. Punched. Tackled. Hair pulled. And called a cunt whore nukka bitch on a daily basis. I would contribute 45% of my ridiculousness to that.

I now work at an insurance company. I love chinese food. I can't explain anything simplistically. I'm always late. Always. I'm a walking contradiction. I hate to explain myself, and will do it for hours(*end up doing it for hours).

I swear, I'm the best thing to happen to you.

I look badass at awkward angles. I talk shit about pretty sunsets. Tell yo mama to vote fo obama. And feed me lollipops for breakfast. -- Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick®