(As Israel Boy said it best.)
Ask me anything
Some people find the internet as a place to lose yourself in.
I find it as a place to build myself into a different person than I used to be.
Sometimes I let myself share my building blocks with you.
[Oh, and apparently I grew up in the internet. Welcome to my home!]
Leave a voicemail: (970) 315-2873
Hey y’all. I need social contact again.
Hiding in my room, trying not to wake the baby, while avoiding the sister-in-law’s boyfriend’s parents and other members of the family downstairs.
Because long and hard conversations are hard to do. I’d rather be out of the way than be in the middle of one that doesn’t even belong to me.
I burned like 3/4 of my forearm on the oven while I was making chicken and my mom was like “honey put some butter on it it draws the heat out” so she was rubbing a stick of butter on my arm and my stepdad was like “what’s for dinner” as he walked in and saw her slathering my arm in butter and he just slowly backed away