A Look At This Madness

This is what marks the start. The start of what may or may not make sense - aka the madness that goes on in this gooey pink thing that is my brain. I know, I'm already sounding so intelligent.

At this moment I am not entirely sure what the future posts have in store so I feel it is only right to say, I cannot entirely give you a proper introduction. Yes, I know I was repetitive with the word "entirely" - This is what I like to entirely call emphasis.

SO here it goes - 10 facts about me:

1. My name is Paige
2. I am an avid coffee drinker and life simply doesn't make sense when caffeine is excluded in my daily activities (I am addicted and am well aware of my problem)
3. I love to laugh (hence my Instagram username: laughalot0912) - what comes with the territory of loving to laugh is laughing at all the wrong moments, like when my friend told me his dog died (thank god he was kidding)
4. I have a dappled chiwini (Chihuahua and Dachshund hound mix) named Stella who I love to pieces - Is it weird I think my dog is beautiful?
5. I have a twin sister who although is fraternal, we look pretty identical - along with a brother who is three years older
5. I question if anyone has made it long enough to realize there are two number fives
6. My passions are reading (though I don't read enough), writing, creating (cards, banners, garland, jewelry, ect.), vintage (I mean, I own four typewriters for Pete's Sake (Who is Pete?!)), and dealing/ interacting with people
7. May sound cliche for a Cali girl but my heart belongs at the beach where I hope to live one day Edit on January 13: No longer cliche I have officially concluded I'd much rather spend my time hiking or walking around a lake.
8. In case you haven't noticed, I am sarcastic and shouldn't be taken seriously 95% of the time
9. My two favorite words are simplicity and authenticity
10. I have two tattoos: one is a sunflower (on my upper mid back) because they always follow the light, so to me it is a reminder to think optimistically and the second is an arrow on my leg because "I just liked it" - later I added the meaning "arrows always have a goal" because so many people ask about it. Edit on January 13:I am covering up my arrow with a cherry blossom branch. This represents how fragile life is and we must cherish every moment.

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