I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
In no particular order, I’m a 40-something year old trying to navigate my way through life. I silently greet my car daily. I believe in soul mates. I despise all things related to organized religion. My right thumb cracks a lot. I am a textibitionist and tweetaholic. My iPhone is my own personal Jesus. Coke, G&T and white wine are my liquid nitrogen. My daughter defines my life. Blogging = therapy. I love my dog…a lot. Intelligence is the key to my soul. I have a tendency to incite a good argument. I have a pretty damn cool job. I hold degrees in Forensic Psychology. I’m also smarter than you’ll ever be, a typical Cancerian, and there are 40x more unpublished entries than published ones in this blog.