I like to think of myself as a slightly young, semi-professional type of lady. I like music, I think art is good, books are fun and parties are awesome. But I also like to hit the floor on occasion and if my skirt happens to fly up, or someone snaps me in a situation where my face looks like a spat out sausage, then pffft, adios Captain Dignity. I considered trying to be sophisticated a while back, but decided that the level of upkeep was much too burdensome. I’d rather cut it loose.