My alias is Quinn LaPalme and i was born and raised in a small town, I mean SMALL town, its not even on a map. People who get lost traveling don’t even find this place. Except once Nicole Kidman and that Australian country singer did and ate at an Applebees he next town over. Anyways i would start you off at the very beginning and take you through sept by step analyzing every situation and scenario of my childhood that could have possibly been responsible for making me the person i am today, however aint nobody got that much time. (plus whats the point of writing that much when most likely no one will see it.) I had a pretty normal child hood, I was raised by my mother (she’s awesome) and my dad wasn’t really around to much and when i reached my teens it was better that way. We just didn’t get along. when i was 17 years old (senior in HS) i met me first love, and what a fucking train wreck that was. I spent the next four years of my life on a daily roller coaster of being in love, being in hate, being depressed, and eventually when i had the revelation that it was never going to work out i worked my ass of making sure that he would regret it every day of his life. Its going pretty well so far.

I met my best friend my freshmen year of high school, on the cheerleading team. She really didn’t like me but i eventually won her over with my graceful charm. Aka annoying consistency of begging her to hang out. I still remember the first day we hung out, we met each other half way from both our houses i walked and she had her skate board… i think she ended up sleeping over the night?  After that it was history, we were inseparable and looking back now i still wouldn’t have it another way. shortly after that she moved into my house with me. She became my sister, my soul, the other part of me. she had a bedroom downstairs but it didn’t matter she slept up stairs in my bed with me every night. and we did some pretty weird fucking shit.. not sexual.. well not at that point in time anyways.

Years have come and gone since then with drastic changes and i find my self having to many thoughts. So here i am praying that i can be a modern day Carrie Bradshaw and that some poor soul out there will read any of this. Right now i feel like i have a story that needs to be heard not just for my relief of getting this venom out of my body but also sharing it and having someone say “hey me too!”

I write how i talk and i swear a lot, i can’t spell, I’m sarcastic, graphic and real. Im not always the smartest but I’m sure and steady in what i believe in.. unless i change my mind. ( I’m a girl I’m allowed to do that) I’ve had a pretty interesting emotional life for only being 24 years old. Id like to humor you with it.

Welcome<3