Sometimes I feel like my life would be a very entertaining novel, sort of a Kristen Chenoweth biography meeting a Chelsea Handler bio-minus all the drunken escapades, meeting Jack Kerouac at some point- substituting the late night drug fueled creativity sessions with late nights of studying for final exams.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Don't drop the baby
My entire life seems to be a string of entertaining events, with a splash of the occasional seriousness. From getting attacked by a monkey in Bali at age 6 (honest to God, that did happen), to seeing a Priest in Mass almost dropping a baby in the Baptismal fountain last Sunday, my life, the past 18 years... well, technically 17 years and 12 days, has been a laugh and a blast.
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