I once wrote a poem for a boy in my class. I was told that even though he didn't want to kiss me, it was indeed 'a very nice poem'. Since then I've used my magical word powers to try find love in other places: people, places and the bottom of a bottle. If I can't grow up to be a Disney character, I'm going to grow up pretending to be one. Follow my slightly adult-themed misadventures with a pinch of salt and a slice of lemon.