Obviously, I rock the socks
I am a brand-new single mom of 26 who is raising her 4 1/2 month old son by herself,going to college for the first time to study Visual Communications/Multi Media/Graphic Design,living just minutes from Seattle,who happens to scour Mturk for all the most random tasks possible,just to make a another .10 cents toward a highchair or a walker for my baby boy. Outside of the busy life you’ve read about so far,I am a lifelong artist,writer,and musician of sorts. I am a Cancer with a Leo moon and have the cartoon-esque behavior to prove it. I feel sad when the moon isn’t out at night and I have flaming red wavy hair and very sparkly blue grey eyes. I am known for my bizarre sense of humor and will do nearly anything to help anyone in need. I have four names to make up my entire “Full Name” and I can’t pull my ID out to purchase things anywhere without someone reminding me…as if I forgot. I am enamored with a fellow in Texas who may or may not ever like me back,but he plays drums so I guess that makes the scenario acceptable,for now. I’m obsessed with every color in the universe,and if I could,I would walk around looking like Rainbow Brite,even on the bus. I feel truly saddened when an attractive looking coffee shop barista tells me that they do NOT in fact have a “Banana” flavored syrup to make an iced mocha for me with. I’m not a snob by any means. I just know what I like. Dwarfism runs heavily on my mom’s side of the family,but I’m a solid 5’8”. I absolutely vehemently refuse to wear red (unless of course,there’s a rainbow on my outfit somewhere) because the universe created that color simply in order to make me look like unexplainable barf. I have an unhealthy fanaticism for Gordon Ramsay and have taken up cooking an entire month of strictly Mediterranean meals. I would literally harm someone for a fish burrito. I love them like a long-lost pet. I say “Dude!” way too often. I have a hot pink watermelon slice throw pillow that nobody else on the planet earth owns. I have string lights of many different shapes and sizes and themes all over my apartment,but the coolest place is my bathroom,where I have a broken string of pink plastic flamingos. I don’t care that they’re not working anymore. It’s flamingos,and that’s all that matters. Those animatronic head-moving deer that demented people have in their yards during the holiday season freak me out so badly that I actually can no longer enjoy perusing the Xmas lights. I have a problem with things that should not move,twisting their neck around to look at me. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.Hopefully,my son will not inherit this quirk. Obviously, I rock the socks, but I need money like everyone else…therefore,I am Mechanical Turk!
