What I like.
By day, I walk around a toxic hideout masquerading as the ultimate playground of the civilized world. I scowl and I push tourists out of my way as if I’ve been at it my whole life.
In reality, I like books and the changing color of trees in the fall. I want to wear hippy earrings and own a chicken farm, and smoke home-grown pot into my old age. I’m a pushover and I want everyone to be friends with me. The greatest thing in life is a loving family, and even that becomes much more enjoyable with cranberry vodka and potatoes.
