I was forced to sign up by three crazy women. I was held at gunpoint, sort of. It's a sad story.
In other news:
According to various sources -- mostly people roaming the streets and bars of Boston -- I have
a much better-looking twin. We even swapped places once, and by "swapped" I mean "sat in adjacent lawn chairs and watched as a man spoke to her as if she were me, even
after he and I were introduced."
Also, I am a
Daughter of Rohan.
(Seriously, that's my dad's name. ha. I'm a nerd.)
