Misplacing things and getting lost are two things I’ve got down to an art form and I find it easy to relate to everybody and nobody at the same time. I usually blame my bad moods on whatever state the moon is in, because that kind of logic makes sense to me. I’m the pickiest eater you’ll ever meet, but food is the only thing I’m really picky about. I like my head in the clouds, but keep getting stuck six feet under.
Apparently I’m a mess, but I’m a sweet mess. :)