I'm pretty fucking awesome, right?

I'm witty as hell, too smart for my own good, charismatic,

if you can get past the whole "terminal introversion" thing

funny, relatively cute,  I could go on for days.

humble too

I'm a flirt, an open book, and I have no filter.  Additionally, I have a ginormous, bouncy rack.
I've been told that it doesn't suck.  Seriously,  tis a thing of beauty. Huge distraction sometimes.  I look down and BAM!  Perfection in cleavage form! 
 So, dear reader
all one of you
you're likely wondering why I'm trying to convince you of just how wonderful I am.  The simplest answer?  I'm not.

I'm trying to convince me. I'm so negative lately,  so down and depressed, that I need to remind myself that I'm pretty fucking badass for a CPA.

And I'm creative.
And I'm friendly.  and loving. and giving.
Let's face it, I'm all that and a bag of kettle chips. 
  • kettle chips coz they thick and tasty like me, baby 
So... positive self- talk before I get hit in the face with negative. Positivity is the key, baby.
That and hella-low-cut tops. Borderline pornographic is my weekend style.  
Lose dem electrons and stay positive, Friends!
C.D.


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