I am more jealous of perky boobs than I am of flat stomachs.
I love angry chick music, unapologetically.
My driving is very scary. This, however, does not make it bad.
I have taken some of my best friendships for granted. But no longer.
I don't want to say "excuse me" after every time I burp...but I will.
I deserve to be happy.
It's OK to have "I want my sister" moments rather than "I want my mommy" moments.
There are few things better than a bag of mini milano's, my warm bed and a good book.
I'm really fucking angry. And I know exactly why.
I'm more "normal" and "stable" than I have ever given myself credit for.
I love my eyelashes.
I love to snuggle...with a niece, nephew, certain dog named Max and certain cat named Bonkey.
I am constantly humbled by my friends, family and life in general.
I really don't have it that bad at all.