A Central/Southern Jersey shore girl (a real one not those fakers from Long Island, New York) who is very proud of her home state and all the local only ways of living that one can find buried beneath the rough exterior of its people.
A local uncategorized feral heathen that used to be a demure, dainty, devout Roman Catholic altar server who got tired of church ladies and men that have no understanding of what ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you’ is really about.
A wild child that would run barefoot through rocks and mud and dirty local beaches, who got sun poisoning when she got ‘lost at sea’ with her best friend, who rode her bike throughout the widing bike trails without parental supervision but plenty of gummy bears and Hershey bars and Dr. Pepper or juice boxes.
A
pansexual pescatarian who
once a month (or week depending if payday was generous) must have a pork roll, egg and cheese on a roll with salt-pepper-ketchup with a 20oz RedBull from her local bagel shop or she will simply not survive because well…she’s from Jersey. It’s a cardinal sin if you don’t love a pork roll, egg and cheese on a roll with salt-pepper-ketchup. Just your average maladaptive daydreamer turning her depression and silly, angsty, probably concerning delusions into worthwhile hallucinations for the masses with probably too many curse words because she finds magic and wonder in abandoned places and weathered wood and broken glass and girls who were damsels in distress but could still find a way to be their own knight of Camelot.
But most importantly, she is someone who truly believes that ice cream can
solve almost any problem.
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