I'm Stefani, and I'm tweny four years of age, nearly, should I correct myself. I have an affinty for Taco Bell, lizards, cute fluffy things such as puppies, and a love for Koalas, though I'm not exactly sure how that started out. I have children, and I have my own rough story as anyone else would. I try to avoid dwelling on the past, so I'll lay it out flat here, for I don't feel like I have anything to hide. I'm not like Dexter Morgan, a serial killer in hiding. I swear.
I was born and raised for the most part in New York, then moved to Ohio with my parents later on. There, I met the father of my children, at age fourteen. Around my middle teenaged years I lost my parents, as cliche as it sounds. But it happened. And I can't help that, it's just one of those things that's tragic and uncalled for, I suppose. I was with the man I mentioned before for ten years, and married for a while, before divorcing, then rekindling again, then splitting before renewing our vows again. Now, I'm on my own, and I'm trying to figure out exactly what I'm going to do next.
I'm strange, I have troubles expressing my emotions (then again, who doesn't have this problem?), I say things when I shouldn't, I'm stubborn, and I'm loyal.. well, I tend to like to /think/ I'm like that. Maybe I am, maybe I am not. It's up to for you to find out.
ALL YOU NEED IS BACON.