About. Ahhhh about. Where did this start… I guess it began the day I realized I hadn’t realized anything in a while, I woke up, put on a blue shirt I had purchased from Target when I was 17 that said live, laugh, love on the front in yellow letters and I noticed a hole where my belly button was. Then it was just there, like waking up from a dream: I hate that shirt. I wore it almost every week, and I had hated it for a while. That was how that shirt became the effigy of my past, of everything I had out grown. I began a rampant scramble to collect something I could say I was. So here’s my public scramble.