Highly unorganized and impulsive with a side of mood swings.

What are you my mother or something?

-Driving. I should be sponsored by nascar bitches. Clean record to boot. (Girl-ing my way out of tickets is also something I excel in.)
-Procrastinating on cleaning just about anything.
-Walking in heels.
-Running in heels.
-I make a mean gravy.
-I sand a mean motorcycle tank/fender. (1st job skillz)
-Also, airbrushing flames. Only flames though.
-Burning pieces of my hair off with the blow dryer.
-Never running out of cigarettes.

Cake
Spoon
The Zombies
Unknown Mortal Orchestra
Led Zeppelin
Steely Dan
Twin Sister
Bill Withers
Toadies
Sometimes I get down with some radio hip-hop.
I usually fall asleep watching the Investigative Discovery channel, after hours upon hours of viewing the number one thing I've learned is your husband will eventually kill you.
I re-watch all seasons of Arrested Development about once every 2 months.
Food= Cadbury Creme Eggs.

Dog
Cat
Iced coffee
i-tunes library
Cigarettes
A solid 6 hours of sleep

A glimpse inside my head, for the most part would probably resemble some jumbled nonsense like this:

What day is it?
Dunkin Donuts better have fucking Boston Creme donuts today, why are they always running out?? Make more donuts!
Was that racist? Oh no.
I wonder where my old clarinet went?
Where did all my socks go?
Should I buy more socks?
If I get this pogo stick, where am I going to use it?

Playing "Fuck, marry, kill" by myself. At work.

The fact that my mom calls my dog her grandson makes me think that she's expecting me to be alone the rest of her life. I have mixed feelings about this, but I do hate children.

You are wearing a shirt in your profile picture and have never been in a tanning bed, OR if you are Charlie Day.