Damaged Goods

Letting it all out. Truth will set you free or make you run towards the hills. I don't want to face the music but the dreaded book is here. It makes me even more scared and even more self-conscious. So I am blogging... to distract myself.

Whatever the case, I am what I am. Damaged goods, fucked up socialite, slut, whacked vegan, non-volleyball knockers.

Because that's how I roll.

That felt good.

Cheers.