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Everyone calls me Meg.
I'm crazy, I talk funny, I don't sleep.
My son, Asher, is my world.
I drink too much coffee.
Smoke too many cigarettes.
I listen to The Gaslight Anthem and Say Hi to Your Mom basically nonstop.
I wish I could fly.
I can't cook.
I'd give my left arm to be able to sing.
I'm petrified of commitment.


"I believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales.."

I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
What's your poison?