|Location||Boston, Massachusetts, United States|
|Introduction||I am 25, married, have one son and another on the way, I started keeping this blog for myself, as a way to document my life because I enjoy looking back on what I've written a few years later, but that got boring outrageously fast. I swear, sometimes a lot. I try to use euphemisms but that's a lot of work. I blame it on my mother-she's in construction.|
|Favorite Music||Röyksopp, Jefferson Airplane, Poe, The Beatles, Rusted Root, John Lennon, Four Tops, Fats Domino, A.F.I., Frankie Avalon, Spice Girls, Sanctus Real, Chubby Checker, The Byrds, Tegan and Sara, TATU, Texas, Don Omar, Rascall Flatts, any 80's music, Big Audio Dynamite, The Clash, Faith Hill, Miranda Lambert, Gwen Stefani, No Doubt, U2, Trace Adkins, Sean Paul, Jars Of Clay, Michelle Branch, The New Amsterdams, Nelly Furtado (old and new), The Raconteurs, Nina Sky, Keith Urban, The Killers, Modest Mouse, India Arie, Hanson, The Georgia Satellies, Fort Minor, The Fray, Film Dialogue, Enya, Dashboard Confessionals, Craig David, Cyndi Lauper, Blondie, Paul Simon, Berlin, 311, BarlowGirl, Relient K, Matisyahu, Dresden Dolls, Pearl Jam, Elvis, Chris Isaak, Jaci Velasquez, Rihanna, Dirty Vegas, Josh Gracin, She Wants Revenge, Delirious, Sonic Flood, Moby, Jennifer Lopez, Jem, Flyleaf As you can see I will listen to anything except metal bands or screaming. Sometimes I'll listen to screaming anyway if it has a good tune. Other than that I literally listen to anything that's on.|
|Favorite Books||Certain Poor Shepherds, Bloomability, My Sisters Keeper, She's Come Undone, Poisonwood Bible, The Lovely Bones, The Sun Also Rises, Prison to Praise, A Farewell to Arms, Macbeth, A Million Little Pieces, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray, Somalia on Five Dollars a Day, Pride and Prejudice, Brave New World, Things Fall Apart, The Handmaids Tale, Mists of Avalon, Beloved, A Portrait in Sepia, Jane Eyre, Flowers For Algernon, Little Women, Farewell To Manzanar, Antigone, The Notebook, I am a book whore :D Almost anything. Except mysteries. I freaking hate mystery books. And James Joyce.|
You laughed so hard you can't catch your breath. Stick out your tongue and show us what's funny:
I laugh so hard I can't catch my breath on a regular basis, usually not at anything that's that funny in the first place. but then people start laughing at me laughing so hard and I can't stop laughing because they're laughing and I end up red, blotchy and teary eyed, clutching my stomach and not even able to remember why the hell I started laughing to begin with.