A 3rd Grade Essay - "My Favorite Person"

Mr. Shannon is my favorite person. He doesn't give a crap what people think. Once Mr. Shannon was gossiping to me about another make-up artist and informed me that he was put on hold because "he was talking about finger-****ing his boyfriend in front of a 16-year old model". He also asked "why are men's d***s getting so much bigger these days? It must be all the hormones in the chicken." One time he called me from outside of his room and heavily cursed me out because his key didn't work (he was in his room by the time I sent someone up there). Another time he remarked that I looked like I wasn't feeling good and I told him I had a toothache. He asked me if I had insurance and when I said no he asked "do you need me to help you out? If you need anything sweetie just ask me." This is why Mr. Shannon is my favorite person.

by: Margit
age: 26

(I work at a hotel by the way.)

Not Exactly...

I have ADD- like nobody's business.  Have had it my whole life.  I am very aware of how it effects EVERYTHING about me.  You're not supposed to define yourself by your "illness"- so I am also a 26-year old woman (child maybe?) who lives in an apartment in Milwaukee with her soul mate (a 23-year old child).  We work and dream during the week and keep it low-key on the weekends.  I love animals- pretty much every single one on the planet (excluding centipedes).

I'm not sure what the point/topic of this blog is yet.  Probably something completely irrelevant (to anything).

My to-do list this week:  Research "fun" work-outs. (If there is such a thing.)  Also research vitamins I should probably be taking... right?  That's pretty much it.  Eventful, huh?  Maybe start reading my dusty book on how to quit smoking as well.  Yikes.

Side Note:  Does anybody know anything about the Green Berets?