My name is Whitney.

I'm old, and coming for your children. (JUST KIDDING) Good Lord, you can't say shit like that in 2008! Ya'll will have my ass arrested so fast. (But I DO have candy in my van)

If I find your children eating the candy in my van, there's going to be some issues.

Nah, in all seriousness, I'm a babysitter (I love every second of my job!). And poet. And artist. (The only thing missing is that I'm not a fanfic writer!)

HEAD'S UP

~ I'm SEVERELY bipolar. Like woah. (Please don't test me, it's not a joke, it makes me feel horrible.)

~ I refuse to laugh at physically/mentally handicapped individuals, so before you make a joke about this; know that I have several mentally handicapped family members.

~ If you beat animals or children, you better pray to your maker that I don't find you before the cops do. (I'm serious.)

If you're mentally challenged that's great, but if you're just plain stupid or rude, stay away from me. I will NOT be responsible for any feelings that get hurt. I love to argue if I'm right, but If I know I'm wrong, I'll admit it.