Merry Christmas, lovelies!! ❤ I hope you all had a magical holiday! Today, I scheduled myself to write up a post about all of the Christmas presents I remember receiving in the past. I can't really remember every gift I've received each year so, instead, this is going to be a little photo diary of my … Continue reading Photo Diary: Christmas Memories 2007-2015
The first piercing I ever got were my ears. My parents got them done for me when I was a baby. When I was in Elementary school, I asked if I could get my ears pierced a second time. My mom brought me to Claire's and I got my second hole in my ears. I never wear … Continue reading All of My Tattoos and Piercings
I actually don't have a middle name. I'm not sure why my parents didn't assign my older sister or me a middle name, but they didn't. It always bothered me a little bit--everyone I met had a middle name... I was especially bothered when my little brother arrived in '01 and he was given a … Continue reading Or my lack of a middle name
My little brother got his first car before me. My dad bought him one of those child-sized Jeeps. I was so jealous. It was the summer before 4th grade would start for me. My whole family: me, my sister, my brother, my mom and dad were all out in our new front yard enjoying the … Continue reading One of my scars
Before entering 4th grade, my family moved to the very white town of Forest Lake, MN from the very diverse city of Saint Paul, MN. I was never fully aware that I was "different" in Saint Paul but I learned how I definitely was in Forest Lake. I was sad to be leaving my friends … Continue reading Experiencing racism at a young age
The first apartment I ever rented was a studio, garden-level. My ex-boyfriend (that I also talked about in another post: here) kind of lived with me but we only had one set of keys. One night after I got off work, he wasn't home and he had taken the one set of keys with him. … Continue reading Burglar!
When I was younger, the internet was just starting to get really big, and I still had Dial-Up internet that held the phone lines up. (Via Win95) My Mom always told me not to put my name or photos on the internet. She told me that a rapist would see it, he would find out … Continue reading Childhood fears