Meagan Alexandra

Growing up, I craved the spotlight. Making people laugh was my bread and butter. Having actively spent most of my adulthood inserting my very large foot into my even bigger mouth, I craved the laughs that came from such situations. Boyfriends feared me getting going lest I say something irrevocable and embarrassing. I’ve since found a filter, it’s used and sometimes doesn’t work quite right (especially after some wine), but it’s mine - and even more so, I’ve channelled my foot-in-mouth syndrome into tangible, humour writing. It’s been the one constant in an otherwise hobby fluctuating life, and it gives me reprieve knowing that people exist who read it, and relate. I could spend my entire life saying preach to my fellow struggling humans. For real. That’s it, mostly. Oh and I’m obsessed with buttholes. Not in like, a sexual way. They’re just so funny. I read somewhere that hairless cats leave butt puckers everywhere because they don’t have a fur barrier and everything after reading that has been downhill. That was the climax of my life. Butt puckers. Catch me on my always funny and sometimes offensive blog "Happily Hostile." (http://www.happilyhostile.wordpress.com)