I'm a single mother. I read a lot and don't mind what I read. My mind is as mad as my life and I love it.
I'm a perfectionist and don't like surprises, all do I like to do things in the spire of the moment. It's contridicting I know but that is me.
I currently writting my first story "Picking up the pieces" it is ukword and scary to share my wiked mind but who knows maybe someone will like it