I hate writing the first thing. This blog is new, so I feel like I should do something introductory. But… this blog is new, so I’m the only one reading it. And I already know myself. I feel like an awkward girl who thinks she’s at a restaurant for a date with Popular Boy, but he and his buddies are actually watching from around the corner, snickering.
I like pineapple. And campfires. And driving fast and the smell of decaying leaves in the fall.
I do not like wood chips that stick in my sandals, or hot dogs, or when tiny cars make me think I’ve found a good parking spot when I haven’t. I hate almost all reality TV.
I’m oversensitive and get worked up over stupid things.
I love my family.
I try. Mostly, I fail. But I try.