Surrounded by my daughter’s positive affirmation post-it notes, and one partially obscured “Trump Sucks” one. And Oreos. Those don’t suck.
*can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects.
*mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women
*blows kisses to the clouds.
*is an INFP
*is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary
*is a third born unicorn
*is a rebel without a clue
*cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth
*cannot petition the sun for flare
*wears metaphorical pants and monsters.
*wishes she were the moon tonight.
*one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.