Ok hi.
so along with that fine lil into I thought I'd give a little run-down of my life thus far, you know, the interesting shtuff, so the readers out there know a little more about me other than some foods I enjoy and (not) my favorite color.. here it goes
-I rode horses competitively for several years. During high school the lady I rode with took me into her home and I basically became part of her family. I left my own family behind. She eventually bought me a horse. She then kicked me out of the house because her alcoholic husband was hitting on me. This was sad for the lot of us. But mostly my horse Fifi because Saly sold her, and I'm pretty sure she was then turned into glue :(
-After I got kicked out, my real parents still thought I was at Saly's on the wkends. I wasn't. I was embarking on my replacement passion; alcohol.
-College: I was supposed to go to Drexel University for business. Had a roommate, went to orientation, everything was set. At the last minute my dad said we couldn't afford it. He drove me up to Penn State and dropped me off on the corner of Beaver Ave and Locust Ln, literally. I found an apt where I slept a foot away from some sr. chick and next door to two jr dudes, one of whom only spoke with "meeps" not words. I ate mostly pizza and chz steaks and gained 13 lbs.
-College: I got into a little trouble at my then job. Cops, cuffs, but luckily no time in the slammer. Just some pretty steep fines and community service where I had to clean up after the 4th of July fireworks. I still remember what I wore that day, and the stories I heard from legit criminals who were in the fields with me. scccarryy. I've never gone to watch fireworks since.
-College: Needed a new job so I got one where I wore tiny orange shorts and tube socks. Applied as a joke with a friend. Ended up working there for 2 years. Don't regret it. Plus I pretty much perfected the art of hula hooping.
-okay nothing really that exciting has happened since really, and this is getting long, and A is yelling at me for not posting quick enough.
-Graduated moved home with Dad. (he had just gotten re-married to this real rich chick who I LOVE, mostly bc she leaves me alone and bought us all gigantic house with a pool) So I lived there for a while, worked at a bar, applied for jobs and boozed A LOT. thenicrashedmycar(drunk)andmovedtonewyork
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