In real life, I tend to yell at people a lot. Not because I'm bossy or mean, but because I'm frustrated.

Point? Maybe you aren't a Carrie or a Samantha or a Charlotte or a Miranda. Maybe you're just you.

In real life, I tend to yell at people a lot. Not because I'm bossy or mean, but because I'm frustrated.

I yearn to be a woman of more depth, but I'm not so fond of the path I'd need to follow to get there.

Some people are destined to be deep thinkers. I am not one of those people.

I’m instantly mortified by my fat, uncontrollable mouth, but that’s when it occurs to me that my humor is a self-defense mechanism. Even though I may come off like a stark raving asshat, being funny is the most important tool I have to stay sane. The ability to say what I think is the key to allowing me to feel in control.

I believe that I have such a vanilla life.