Destination: Small Town, Ginger. Why the name, you ask?
Simple. I am Ginger. I've always believed that my existance can easily be compared to the likes of a typical small town. You know, population, 5. Yeah, Let me explain. Not berry many things happen around here, so when they do, they're a HUGE deal. They're talked about and talked about... and poked and prodded and thought about all over again. Everyone wants in on the new gossip. And when there isn't any, well, they've gotta make their own! Really, it's true. And each of the people in my life are neighboring towns & cities because they are a part of me, and some do agree that their 'small town' is a lot like mine. I am a part of each occupant in Small Town, Ginger: The nosy neighbor, the martyr, the siren having an affair with the handsome passer-through (um not really, but go with it...), the town kook, the little boy always breaking windows, the cat lady... yup, all me. Eccentricities, odds and ends, trailing thoughts - they're all here. They're generally good people, too... just a bit bored, is all. I know, I know. This might seem just a tinge on the curious side, but that's my point. Have you ever been to a small town that's 'normal'? Didn't think so.
So here's some insight into this little town of mine. My exaggeration, sarcasm, self admitted dry humor, all in the form of ramblings by a questionable, and perhaps a little 'different' young woman. Who's a different kind of 21.
Welcome, weary travelers, to Small Town, Ginger.
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