i'm currently moving full force into the final, southern down-home phase of my stylistic experimentation. I tried the uptown party scene; it smelled funny and hurt my feet. So I threw my heels in the closet and tried the quiet, loner life; I found myself relating to the cast of Jersey Shore and running out of fingernail polish. I hung my head in shame and moved quickly into the musical genius niche; i love playing guitar, i don't love my fingers bleeding.
So here I am; cowboy boots and broken in jeans wearing, animal rights activist, and avid outdoorswoman.
It fits.
