I am an insomniac by genetics. I can think of much worse to be dealt by the chromosome genie (<---I find that word play a wee bit amusing).
Would you like to know more about me?
How about I do the female thing and just fill ya in?
I do a lot of stuff, hence I'm a gopher. I'm from the maternity ward at Phoebe Putney Memorial Hospital, contrary to popular belief that I am from the mental ward. That's in Albany, GA. I'm 29, and I don't plan on making it to 30. In fact, I don't plan on much of anything. I set myself up for disappointment enough as it is...
As for fun? Is that foreign? Maybe I meant fur...I shave for fur...
I write, a little. I type, a little more. I LOVE the water (don't tell anyone the word LOVE is in my vocabulary). There's a trail by the dam here that I walk on pretty days. I enjoy being outside period, and I know I'm crazy (just got the paperwork back)...but summer's my favorite time of year. The gnats can't get to ya if you're under water or riding faster than they fly in the boat. Fishing, well I enjoy it enough to have a license, but I don't catch much other than a buzz. My daughter, on the other hand, could drop an empty hook in the water and come out with an 8 lb striped bass.
I'm pretty much up for any concert. On that note, I'm pretty much down with any music. Double entendre? Me? Never... A dichotomy of ambiguosity (<--so what, it's not a word)? Yeah, I've been called worse...
Funny? Oh, no thanks, I'm not gay. Just real picky. I AM a female, I mean, hellllooo.
And, dear monsieur or fraulein, it's my pleasure to have made you laugh. I mean, if you're into that kinda thing. As for me, well, I just go with the flow.
Making others grin really does do something to me on the inside...now, whether that something is good or bad, well, my internist calls me his personal little case study.
And, if you plan on moving up the ladder at McDonald's, that makes me SO glad to be a female. Even if it DOES take affirmative action to help me out, I'll beat you and be looking down on you as you "claw" your way into the executive suite at Turner Field. Unless, of course, you just wanna be my date... We could probably find you a seat.
Oh no! I'm about to miss my MARTA. I'll finish this chapter later...
And, if you stopped reading at daughter, well, I did, too, when I proofread this...I forgot about her momentarily...she's probably already on the MARTA - she's pretty, and I taught her all she knows about the panhandle (no, not Florida). We compete with one another doing spit shines on the side. The money makes a decent bra stuffer. She'll be eleven in April, and she says she wants me to find my own pimp for her present. She's sick of me claiming hers just because everything of hers is mine until she turns eighteen, or seventeen in the state of Georgia.
OOOOOHHHH, I almost forgot, I'm a little left, a little right, and a whole lotta not alright.
*Disclaimer...yes, for legal purposes, I hope you know that I am totally kidding about my kiddo being pimped out, etc. Her daddy died when she was 8 months old, and it is nothing more than a sweet reminiscence now. I have a HUGE family, and they step up whenever asked. We live on the light side of life, well, because if we sat on the other side with everybody else, this wouldn't be a see-saw.
And, I know if you are even still reading, you have had a plethora of thoughts about me thus far. What have I gotten myself into you may be wondering. This one's a real sick puppy...well, if you can't see the humor in the sick reality that many are forced to face daily, then it is a sad existence for you, I dare say. Without laughter, I wouldn't have made it thus far. I have lived more than many twice my age. All I have to say about that is the rotten fruit in life makes the juicy, ripe fruit so VERY sweet!
So, seriously, I'm just a femme who's been there, done that, and will one day write a book to dispel the myths and divulge the dissenters.
Now that I've bored you to tears, do not fear. I will not ask you to briefly autobiographically sketch yourself; for, this is not a mere scratch on the surface of what is ME. And, I am far from this formal in speech and etiquette continuously...
But, it shall give you an idea of what I am capable of, and that's all you need to know...
This was inspired by a friend asking questions as to my person and who I am from about 180 miles away. Reckon I scared him off?
