Truths I Don’t Tell

I think I’m pretty cute. My room is consistently a disaster. I say I can surf, but I’m really just a kickass paddler. I like riding my bike because it makes me feel green. I miss the taste of red meat. I produce really crappy videos for the internet. I travel the country with a work colleague that I’m secretly sleeping with. I hate my thighs. I smoke. I work for a slimeball. I’m nervous about living with my cousin. I will probably have plastic surgery one day. I rarely floss. I am scared I don’t believe in God. I think my boobs are fantastic. I want to be a movie star. I’ve slept with more than 30 people and I don’t feel guilty about it. I weigh 163 pounds… right now.  I’m too lazy to take my contacts out at night. Sometimes I still fantasize about my high school boyfriend who is now married – and probably has kids. I lost my virginity on the top bunk of a dorm bed. I’ve been arrested twice. I curse like a sailor.

I have a blog — and it is full of secrets.