High - Erm, hi. I'm Tiffany. 21 years old, 5 foot even, 135 pounds gaining pregnancy weight, really fucking huge knockers that seems to grow over night. Damn mammary glands. I'm interested in everything, especially things I don't know much about. I'd rather listen than talk for the most part, but if I'm in the middle of something I really want to say, I will talk over anyone who dare tries to interrupt. I think piercings and tatoos are sexy - which is why I have some myself. I'm a trained massage therapist, but I don't have my license - yet. I can't seem to find that one thing I want to do with my life. I wish there was still a place in the world for jack-of-all-trades. I'd be all over it. I'd rather be good at many things than excellent at just one. If this was a perfect world, I could be a massage therapist in the mornings, a psychologist at night, and a vet tech on the weekends.
I'm currently going through some big changes in my life. As of February, I've discovered that I'm pregnant. Considering my favorite hobbies used to include going to pool halls (i.e. cigarette smoke-filled rooms), smoking the reefer, and drinking... I've got a lot to get used to. I know I have to change my lifestyle for the sake of the child, and while it's not an easy task, I really do believe that I can do this. I will be a better person for my child, because it's simply what I must do, and I've already started. I haven't had a drop of alcohol since Valentine's day (it was before I knew I was preggers), and I don't plan to drink again for a very, very long time. Unfortunately, this has left me alone and bored. I need to get out there and find myself some new baby-oriented friends because I do not want to end up like the moms in my previous group of friends. Partying every weekend with children around? Never going to happen.
I want a better life for me. I wanted it before I was pregnant. Now I have to make it happen, because something more important than myself is counting on me.