Sara. Boston. Been winging life since 1991. I tend to cry over grown men slapping a piece of rubber around a rink.
Why wasn’t I born somewhere cool and why don’t I have an intriguing accent.
Instead I just occasionally lose my R’s and pronounce “drawer” as “draw”
fuck that noise.
I hardly slip my accent but there have been times where I’ve gone as far as saying poptaht instead of poptart.