Meesh of all trades, master of none. That's me. 29 year old recent Indiana transplant, newlywed, cat lover, accidental runner, half-ass artist and comestibles connoisseur hobbling my way through 'adulthood'.
Oh, hey, remember the time I walked into my GATED PARKING LOT and my car wasn’t there?
And then I (thank god) found out it was towed because my fucking management company didn’t give me a permit, but they’re still trying to make me pay even though I HAVE THE FUCKING REMOTE TO GET IN AND OUT?
Give me a beer. Stat.