i have this friend who is constantly telling me i blog in code.
wiiknd lists are complete gibberish
and nothing i ever say makes any sense.
i'm doing this for her.
so for one month she can understand what the crap i'm saying.
here's to being "real."
your life in 250 words [or 266. whatever.]
i was named after a mexican baby.
my mom ironed my baby clothes
and changed my outfit multiple times a day.
1990 = sister.
1991 = brother.
1993 = sister.
my parents were machines.
my most dramatic role was in the 1994
home video of cinderella.
i freaked when mom forgot about the fairy godmother.
september 1998, we had the house fire.
i always wanted to be famous.
i spent afternoons day-dreaming in front of my mirror.
posing for red carpet events, how i'd smile in the opening credits for my sitcom,
dating jgl at every age.
my teenage years were awkward to some degree.
i found myself in creative writing and theatre.
my sister was my best friend.
i had my first kiss at 19.
i had my last kiss at 22.
in those few years, i was able to lock lips with
enough boys to give me experience without making me feel like a whore.
i never hit double digits.
college was filled with dance parties, rockband
and mid-semester breakdowns.
i had an obsession with nos and yoo-hoo
which led to us creating towers with the empty cans.
we stole the seasoning salt from red robin.
for the first time in my life,
i was "cool."
he thought i hated him.
i thought he hated me.
we were destined from the beginning.
when we got engaged,
he wore a suit and i looked like a polygamist.
which brings us to now.
i am a proudly unemployed college graduate.
i'm basically a married, wannabe-spinster-sterotype
who is obsessed with cross-stitching
and internet cats.