Creating blog spaces is a pure addiction for the kid. I need one to be wacky, I need one to write to my heart’s content, and I need one to reach out to other people. Maybe need is a strong word. I WANT to create blog spaces to express myself and identify with others. I’m a strange ol’ catbear who waddles around the city, huddles in my catbear den, and drinks the olive juice in the fridge.
I’m not quite sure how to explain just exactly who I am. My story isn’t that great. I’m a lady with nappy roots and a pear-shaped body. Big crowds make me nervous, perversions make me grin, and sparking wine makes my lady business tingle. I’m one of those so-called “lovable scamps” people prattle on about in novels and short stories. My hands are warped from years of excessive typing and video gaming, my eyes are a regular ol’ brown, and my heart is with writing and passionate romance.
Who am I? Someone in love with artists like Prince. Someone who’s all for freebies and chocolate. I’m nutty as a fruitcake, but there’s usually a lot going on in this strange introvert’s head. This is why I jump from space to space. I’m gathering myself. I’m creating spots to get everything out.
And that’s all. 🙂
Wanna check out my other websites?
I’m on the Tumblr, reblogging everything from nostalgia, feels, and NSFW stuff.
I’m on the Blogger, trying to get people to like me.
I’m tormenting people on Instagram, showcasing my awful and boring life.