It's like peeling a band aid off a hairy part of your leg...
There have been speculations regarding my stories... well yeah, they're all real. I'm extremely candid. I seem to think that just because they take place far away from home that they don't count? haha! Of course I would mind if people that I work/play with knew about this but they don't so I get a chance to outlet and share these bizaare happenings with others semi-anonymously. Why should I be embarassed? What I write is raw and spur of the moment. It's a diary. My life has been an exhilarating rollercoaster ride the past year. It's been a rude awakening, blessing, and inspiration. I can't imagine my life being anything else but. I would hate my life to stand still or go back to normal because I can't even remember how that's like. Hopefully it just gets more interesting from this point on.
About Me
- angela
- I never claim to be perfect nor does my shit smell like roses. As a matter of fact, the smell of my shit makes me throw up in my mouth a little. The only difference between everyone else and I is I don't douse my shit in perfume to mask the foul smell. Nevertheless, you might need to spray some clorox to disinfect your eyes after this. I'm just sayin.
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