I have no filter. Really. I’m one of those women who opens her mouth and says whatever comes into her head, oblivious to the people around me cringing, screaming in their heads Did she just say that!!!??? Yes she did just say that. This disorder of mine has on occasion, gotten me into trouble. But ‘trouble’ is my middle name. I can’t keep a secret. I have always been loud and extremely adept at embarrassing myself, so it really was no surprise to anyone (except maybe my parents) that I would grow up to write a memoir about every freaking embarrassingly naughty/silly/evil/hilarious/tragic/wanton thing I’d ever done up until the time I turned twenty-one. Enter ‘One Way or Another; the story of a girl who loved rock stars.’
How much trouble can a young girl get into by the age of twenty-one, you might ask? Read the book – a lot!
You can buy One Way or Another with just one click and either have the hard-copy posted to you or download it online. Do it. Go read old Blabbermouth air her dirty laundry. Laugh cry and cringe!