Freestyle musings from a pseudo-intellectual hellcat in high heels with Huxtable aspirations in a ghetto fab world. Proudly sponsored by bouts of bitchy mood swings, one too many swigs of Turning Leaf, the letters F & U and the madness that is the Rotten Apple.
Work in progress. Neurotic. Daydream believer. Bookworm. Addicted to the arts. Stubborn. Spoiled rotten. Lefty in more ways than one. Pop culture whore. Equal opportunity hater. Kid at heart.
Politics certainly makes for strange bedfellows, but this takes shark jumping to an Olympic level. Paris Hilton... voice of reason? Then again when a jailbird socialite is able to read off a teleprompter more convincingly than the Republican contender for President, it shows how fucked your campaign really is. Moral of this story? Trying to one up attention whores who actually do this for a living is a losing battle.