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I grew up in a small town in southern Indiana to which I affectionately refer as hell. My family was made of kind, sweet people that made my life in hell bearable.
I graduated from high school and went to Purdue University for a year. I promptly dropped out and wandered fairly aimlessly for several years. I met many interesting people.
I went back to Purdue and finished my bachelor�s degree. I met my sweet husband there. He is all honey and light, occasionally mixed with smartassery (which I enjoy). I moved to Indy with him. I have made some wonderful friends here. I still have some wonderful friends scattered throughout the U.S. and Europe who I love and miss dearly, but my place for now is here.
I don�t know what I want to do with my life, I often feel lost. I drift from pointless job to pointless job in an effort to find something I enjoy. I haven�t found it yet.
That�s about it really, in sum: I am pointless and lost, yet I don�t want to be found.
I can�t believe you are still reading this, congratulations, here are some pics:
