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I grew up the daughter of a distinct paper mache artist. My father was on the celebrity paper mache tour of press when he met my mother. My mother was a door to door amways saleswoman. Well apparently, my mother knocked on the wrong Motel 6 one dreadful night after enhaling (possibly drinking, the trial is still out on that)too much rubbing alcohol cleaner they hooked up. I came out about 5 days later. Apparently, as a side effect of one of the amway products my mother sold, or the biowaste my father was drinking thinking it was a protein shake, I came out 8 months and 25 days early. Things have never been the same since.

Currently, I'm just about 24, and I work in Insurance claims. Yes, how exotic! Don't be too jealous I'm tied to my phone and cube all day. It's a glamorous lifestyle not too many people can obtain. As I like to say, "Don't hate the claims adjustor, hate the claim."

Anyways, I had a really odd sense of humor. This I credit to the aforementioned story of my conception. Either you think I'm ok or you dont think I'm ok. (This is a very hard concept to grasp. If you need further explanation please inform me.) Either way, my five ring circus gones on.

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