Yipee kiya yeah!!!

I have had many broken dreams in my life. Stop Crying, they are funny now.

From a very young age I believed that I was destined to be the next Mariah Carey.( Come on people, HERO that's a moving piece of freaking music.)Then the earthshattering day arrived when I realized not only could I not sing like Mariah Carey, in fact I was lucky if I could sing "Livin' La Vida Loca" with the grace and poise of William Hung. Sorry to all my neighbors who had to sit through my obligatory singing rampages in the middle of my low budg renditions of whatever I thought up in my basement. Which brings me to my next broken dream. I always thought I would be a really good actress. Hence the "low budg renditions of whatever I thought up" that I would make my neighbors be in and charge our parents to come sit through.(You know you love your children, and are a devoted parent when you will pay to sit through some sort of production involving horrible singing, ill-fitting, ugly costumes, and your $100 piece of wood being demolished by the tapping of 10 children under the age of 10. I know I have just described hell for most of you. My parents are saints.) Seriously, I would write, direct, and be the lead in my own productions. I am realizing now that I am lucky to have friends, and also I have been very bossy for...well I think since birth. Anyway, on with the story. I thought it would be great to change personalities for a while! I could be a cowgirl for 2 months, although I would severely question any casting director's judgment that thinks I could get on a horse and look anything but awkward. Maybe a ghetto cowgirl. Leather pants, boots, and me kickin' tail in the inner city. Who wouldn't want to watch that. I could be all sorts of people. I wonder if this is how multiple personalities begin to manifest themselves. Man, it's a tangent sort of day. I realized if acting was in my future (other than in my parents basement) I was going to have to move and be some sort of waitress . So I said to myself, Tiffany, you know what you need to do, insurance. I did it, I do sometimes ride my horse to work though. O wait, I hate horses. They hurt.