If there was a dance-off between me and the Pope, I assure you that I'd win hands down. In fact, my dance skills are so amazing that I'd probably beat every person on earth that lacks rhythm in a dance-off. My signature moves include the sprinkler and the cabbage patch. You might be thinking to yourself that you're not ready -- you're not. Trust me, no one is.
After 3 1/2 years with an awesome guy, our journey together has ended. I spent a good year lamenting, repeatedly yelling "Why?!?" while shaking my fists, and playing "Song for the Dumped" on loop. I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for now that I'm over it. I guess I'll play it by ear.
I was almost shot in India over a Subway sandwich during my study abroad. I've also been molested by primates (the non human kind). I tend to reenact these stories after a few beers, but not too many or else I'll start adding ninjas on pogo sticks. By the way pirates are better than ninjas.
I am left-handed and easily distracted by glittery objects and sequins.