Hi. I’m Meagan Claire.
I feel like my life is so bizarre and often entertaining that I surely must be in the Truman Show and I’m constantly waiting for a light fixture to fall from the sky. That’s why I think I’m paranoid and my life must be pretty mundane to everyone else. Everyone near me is in the constant screenplay developing in my head.
But, I am a painter who loves to quilt. I started quilting after my great-grandmother died and there was no one to finish making quilts for the grandkids. Of course, I’ve only succeeded in completing quilts for two of the thirteen or so…
I do have Celiac Disease, and I think everyone should be tested.
My parents are city-folk trying out this new-fangled country lifestyle. To their rural neighbors, it’s like watching Green Acres. I go to the farm as often as I can, to the sacrifice of everything else. Frankly, I would live in the middle of nowhere myself if there were jobs in the middle of nowhere.
I wrote in Peroutka in the 2004 election, then wrote in Ron Paul in the 2008 election. I’m preparing for the second Depression by keeping gas in my car and practicing a 5-minute dash around the house to get all my necessities. I believe in small government – the only health care plan being you and your doctor, no income tax, and a President who doesn’t make things legal by doing them. I think politicians should be held responsible and be forced to spend time living by their own laws.
I actually hope the country spins into an unfathomable decline so my extended family will move to the farm and we can form that commune we always wanted.
Well, that and I like to be right.
No, no, what I meant to say was: Well, that and I want to see a massive turn-around in the American people. I want a great awakening and a revolt against lies and tyranny. That’s what I meant to say.
Anyway, let’s get a little more superficial. I’ve had cream cheese and potato chips every day for lunch pretty much for the last decade. I love chocolate. And I want world peace.
This is a lousy page, but I was annoyed by the nothing that was here.