I'm a Southern transplant living on Northern soil. Sometimes it's like chocolate in my peanut butter. Or is it peanut butter in my chocolate?
I spend a lot of time making things, thinking about making things and staying up way too late doing both.
I rarely get up in time to meet my friends for breakfast. Brunch? Maybe... results are hazy.
I want a giant aquarium so I can swim with fish anytime I want... but not Tony Soprano style. I don't own a house just yet- so I'm looking into Sea Monkeys instead.