The other day I found myself sincerely needing a vent (that wasn’t my poor, bearded boyfriend). Today, with the encouragement of a few friends, I found it. So here the fuck I am. Deal with it.
I am Larkin. 24. I have lived in the beautifully pathetic city of Savannah my entire life. I despise Paula Deen. You will not convince me otherwise, so don’t even try. I am happily un-married to my boyfriend of over 5 years, Paul. But most importantly, we have 3 dogs, 3 cats and a parrot that is evil and hates me.
I have several best friends, who mean the world to me. We usually get drunk and try to fix each others problems. Or just play board games or watch American Idol. Or sing karaoke. Or play Rock Band. Or whatever else tickles our pickle at the time.
But the root of my problem lies with the fact that I recently lost my mother. She was my heart. My best friend. And now I am struggling with moving on with my life. She was diabetic, as am I. I am trying to not follow the path she did. She was only 46. I know there is a better route for me. I start it now...