It’s true… I’m a big, squishy softy. I like animal rescue shows and talcum powder and soft bellies and fleece. I think there’s nothing better than sitting in front of a fireplace on a country property in winter. Well, maybe only better if you own the property.
This sentimental mushroom can’t get enough of snuggly lizards and dandelions… and melancholy moments of introspection. But I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not emo. I don’t even have the cool hair. I’m just a pile of gooey love juice who needs to spend more time turning her mushiness into art.

