My name is Whitney. As said in the right sidebar, I am 21 years old with a slight alcohol problem and a major sleeping one. I have annoyingly curly red hair that, when left unstraightened, leaves me looking like Carrot Top on a bad day and the little orphan Annie on a good one. I have enough pale skin and freckles to sometimes be lumped into the “ginger” category (which I say with pride), and, sorry to disappoint, but I do have a soul. I study theatre at a small state school, and am well aware that I will be living with my mother and managing Bruster’s for the rest of my life, thank you.

All in all, I like to think I am way more interesting than I truly am.