I'm a mom. My little Peanut is 8 and she looks just like me, which is pretty fantastic considering what she could have ended up with. That sounds pretty vain, and I suppose it is, until you see a picture of her grandparents. I thank the great Divine every day that I have no genetic material shared with any of my family. More on that later.
I'm a divorced mom. That's a whole series in and of itself. ::shudders::
I hold two Bachelor's degrees, a B.F.A. (painting) and a B.S. (marketing), both of which are basically useless. My passion is hair and makeup. Sounds lame, and I don't care. I love it.
I graduated high school when I was 16, so that gave me a lot of time to wander around the academic playground known as my local university. I've studied so many things. I could have been a fucking great lawyer by now.
I'm adopted. Thank God.
I'm a mediocre musician and singer. I love to do both and don't apologize for it.
I love to start businesses. I have a bad habit of this. I currently have three. Maybe four. We'll see how that one pans out.
I am a cancer survivor.
I like to drink and swear.
I have generalized anxiety disorder. I have been on some type of benzo since I was 19...and while I can't take Xanax (it makes me fucking angry) I do take Klonopin. But Klonopin and Gummy Bears just didn't have the ring to it I wanted.
I'll probably change the title tomorrow anyway.
I judge people based on their taste in music. I do not apologize for this.
I also judge people based on their taste in books. Again, I do not apologize for this.
I only apologize when I'm wrong. Which is often. I'm not the smartest person I know, but I'm far from simple. That's a good place to be.
I am an insomniac. From about the age of 13 or so, I haven't had a regular sleep schedule. It blows.
So here I am. This is some stuff about me. I'll think of some more stuff later.
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