I don’t think I have ever read the “about page” on any website I have ever been on. Mainly, I suppose because for the most part I find them mind numbingly boring. But, if for whatever reason, you have found yourself here and are actually interested in who I am as a person I guess I can titillate you a little bit.

I’m a 28 year old, Capricorn, master number 11, failed EMT/bar manager/comedian. My name is Sara, I guess I should have started with that, but whatever. St. Louis is a fake last name cultivated to ensure that no matter what fucked up things I write on here, you’ll never find me. That, and it just rolls off the tongue so smoothly I couldn’t resist.

I was never good at ice breakers, I’m sure that’s why I feel unbelievably uncomfortable writing this. I guess to ease the torture we can play two truths and a lie, and I’ll let you make your assumptions about me. 1. I lost my virginity in a cowboy themed bunk bed, 2. I cry more at TV shows and movies than I ever have in real life, and 3. I had more fun locked up in jail on spring break with 20 of my best friends than I had the rest of the trip.

Anyways, get to guessing, or don’t, it’s your life.