My inner child weeps inconsolably. My older outer self sighs with resignation founded in the knowledge that there are student loans and Pottery Barn bills to be paid.
Am funny, odd, and distorted.
Am Type-A bright: which translated means: know a little about a lot, but have to work for it.
Am an irrepressible smaht-ass who does have her moments.
And am an ever-hopeful cynic, who sees the glass half empty, but nevertheless is confident that that means it holds at least two shots worth of Grey Goose.
Ultimately, a devotee of all things caffeinated, hyphenated and sublimated.
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