Lestlie Berryhill is a somewhat neurotic 20-something who spends her days saving lives, one patient at a time. She spends most of her free time Googling everyone (including you…and herself) and Wikipedia-ing everything else. She also likes to make up words to suit her own purposes. Misspelled words and grammatical errors make her heart ache, but she doesn’t pretend that her blog posts are always perfect, so she tries not to be too bothered when people type “breath” instead of “breathe” or “to” instead of “too.” She once wanted to write the Great American Novel, but has realized that it’s okay to just want to read the Great American Novel instead. She is Pro-Choice, Anti-War, and Anti-Death Penalty, and isn’t afraid to talk politics or religion. She has a not-so-secret love for serial commas, purple ink pens, and Regency-era literature. If, after reading this blurb about the paradox that is Lestlie Berryhill, you still have questions, they may be answered in the pages of her blog, or in the form of an email reply.
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Hey,
remember me? So, Chasey Lane you never wrote me back! (bloodhound gang song) Anyways, I just finished my first semester of nursing school. Can you believe I passed. I feel like I’m in a haze. My only friend at the coffee shop,, fell in love with me (this guy is like 37 and I think has schizophrenia or something, some kind of serious mental issues, and decided to stop coming to the coffee shop because he was tormented and pissed that I am dating Jonathan. Whatever. My friend from college got engaged and never calls or returns my calls anymore and I can’t keep up with my mom changing her phone number all the time plus she works so much I don’t know when she’s at work or asleep. Why don’t you ever call me? or at least write me? I think about you all the time. I really miss having you in my life at least every once in a while. Anyways, phone number is the same. Your website really cracked me up. Did you see the message I posted on your last blog?
ang.