"If a man has not found the one thing he would die for, he is not fit to live." - Martin Luther King Jr.
Tá fáilte romhat. My name is Lisa and I am an 19 year-old munchkin. I am a collector of Pez, a lighter of matches, a giver of advice, a shoulder to cry on, a jumper of trampolines, a pourer of coffee, and master of piano. I am a masseuse, a best friend, a soulmate, and a Walmart outlaw. I am intelligent, compassionate, opinionated, cynically naive, clumsy, and a real scream at parties. I balance, I weave, I dodge, and I frolic. I believe in Jesus, I know who shot JFK, and where the one missing sock in each laundry load goes.
Good mornings (in alphabetical order to prevent Heyyoulikesoandsobetterthanme sydrome) to: Adam, Alan, Barry, Brandon, Clayton, Dan, Dave, David, Derek, Drew, Erik, Jessa, John, Julie, Karen, Kyle, Matt, Rae, Sean, Tim, and Dolly. Last but not least, "Aunty Linda & Uncle Stan".
My bestest friend Jessa's World of Things Not to Do
International Man of Mystery - Barry Randell!
The only guy who comes close to being as sick-minded as Jay - Alan Lozon
I Like Barns...as opposed to say, a Pet Hospital?
My great friend John who shows just a little too much concern for the Pillsbury Doughboy