This one is for all the tall girls.

Hi there.  My name is Dee.  I’m a 27 year old San Diegan attempting to do the best I can.  Currently I’d love to get out of my current job as an apartment manager and be able to something a little more glamorous, but in the mean time I’ll take a free apartment and the wage of a McDonald’s employee. 

I am starting this new blog to, in a sense, inspire myself.  There are so many things that I want to do, or want to be, but I pretend that there’s not enough time or money to pursue these things. 

I used to write a lot.  I was an angsty teenager that wrote angry hateful poetry about high school.  How original right? 

I found a box of this garbage about 2 months ago and trashed all of it.  I’m 27, why have I been holding on to a box full of pain as a reminder that I told my poor mother all the time that I was going to kill myself.

Sorry bout that mumsy.

The point is that I guess I’ve never really written outside of being sad and I miss writing.

Back in my teenage years when I started figuring out who I was, I was somewhat derailed by a friend, fashion wise.  She only had the best intentions but I was directed back in to a mold of regularity.  I’m still sorting out who I really am from the years of what I though I should be.

Here I am.  A total liar, because I’m not even blonde right now.  You can see a brief glimmer of hope in my hair, those tiny blonde highlights.  I’ve been a red head for over 3 years and even after all that time I still slip and call myself a 6 foot blonde.

This is a journey, of self doubt, self discovery, and bringing back the blonde.