Last Attempt

So, in my last attempts to be a bratty little sister, I have ventured into the world of blogging. I must admit that I feel like the child of a notorious mobster trying to prove that she is not like her predecessor. I mean, my sister isn't a violent gangster but she has somehow aimed to use words as one of her many "tools", kinda like she treats guys. I feel like Lisa Marie Presley might have felt that first time she went onstage to perform: "Hell, I'm not as good as my dad (no one beats Elvis) but I'm gonna rock out anyways!" It pays to have oozing confidence and that's what I am endowed with-- not to mention a huge mouth minus the standard human filter and much to say about almost everything. I may not have the number of escapades or dates as MissJaded, but damnit, I will be heard! Although I am approaching the 24th year of my life, I have not shaken the need to ruffle my big sister's feathers by doing every and any thing that will garner a reaction. So POOF! Here ya go...an early Christmas gift to her and to my millions and millions of fans...

Besos,
~M