just a small town girl, living in... a really fucked up world. i'm a little high maintence, pro-loud, and write dumb songs about pretty much everything. chances are i could probably be doing something better and more productive with my time, like eating latkes and rolling coins or taking up needlepoint, but whatever. let's be real, though, i probably won't actually message you unless you're a member of n*sync or anderson cooper.

sometimes i make stuff and do things, sometimes i sleep until noon and spend all day laying on my couch and staring at the tv. professional asshole by day. unliscensed, untrained therapist by night.

long naps, writing stupid songs about stupid things, (unintentionally) making things weird, stupid movie trivia, cooking for an army of people even though i'm only one person... and that's about it, honestly. i'm kind of awful at being a person.

i like big books and i cannot lie... except for anna karenina because it was a fucking snorefest. john steinbeck is overrated and i don't understand the obsession with 50 shades of gray. there's a special place in my heart for horror movies, scifi films and lifetime originals. i'm like four seasons behind on the walking dead, but i've read all the comics, so fuck you. there needs to be like 12 more hours in the day.

• my iphone
• chapstick
• chinese food
• cherry coke
• bad horror movies
• puppies

aliens, conspiracy theories, what the fuck is going on in boston, what's going to happen once president tiny hands takes office and how to take over the world. obviously.

at work, bringing joy to the nerds of boston.

you want to sit and wait forever to get a response. like i said, i'm probably not going to ever message you back unless you're completely and totally unattainable, but you can try anyway.