My little moo shu pork....

A tale of my 20-something angst in New York City. People who don't know me would call this an angry bitter female tirade, but those who do know this is my self-deprecating look at the situations and people I experience as an adorable charming beautiful redhead and former indiana girl. This is a documenting of all the idiots I have had the pleasure to spend five minutes in their company who treat me like a pampered kitten they can appease with a can of fancy feast and a tiara.