About: PR gal in my twenties. As soon as I figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up it became obsolete. Instead of writing for a newspaper I get to write here.
My job is exciting and wonderful but exhausting at times, and when I do have the energy to remove my rear from the couch, I enjoy drinking all the wines, shopping for thousands of identical cardigans and striped items, cheering for the Alabama Crimson Tide, chasing after my insane English Bulldog, Denny, singing and dancing along with the Avett Brothers, and having as much fun as possible with my friends and family. Sometimes I think about exercising. And then I grab a bag of chips.
GET AT ME
Why do I always feel so unattractive in the middle of the process of getting my hair cut and colored? Don’t worry, it’s just ten foils since my inability to make it to the salon more than twice a year means I can’t handle the maintenance for any more than that. Happy Saturday!