Tales of an anxiety-ridden, ADD havin’, unorganized, sarcastic, socially inept, awkward, introverted hot mess.
Today I am at odds with myself. I am on the fence. There is a war brewing between my Id and my Ego. Now, my Superego wants a piece of the action. I walked in my bedroom yesterday and I said to myself: “Self: Girl, you are mess-y.” I
This blog, for me, is all about the funny. I use it to illustrate my idiosyncrasies, nuances and total disregard for normalcy. However, I feel compelled to shed some light on how I finally arrived at this happy place after living years with a larger than life inferiority complex.
I would like to RSVP myself as a big fat no to the upcoming Hypeorlando launch party. And here’s why: I was always shy. As far back as I can remember, I have always had social issues. I was never comfortable in a social setting that was comprised of more
My mom tried. She really did. She tried to prepare me for college life, for ultimately one day living on my own, and perhaps even for marriage and motherhood. I was not having it. Blah! I wanted to play Atari instead. I wanted to delicately navigate Frogger to the safe
Hello! I’m really not sure how I am ever going to be able to focus for any given chunk of time. I only have very small, fragmented 30 minute segments of time between Candy Crush lives. So, listen close! In this first essay, I wanted to give the people exactly