My father's idea of bedtime stories were Shakespearean plays. He always told me I could be anything I wanted and do whatever I set my mind to. I sometimes have to wonder if he regretted those words when I became a stripper. Lucky for him I grew out of that phase and now spend most of my time reading far too much fanfiction and thinking up new ways to make my boyfriend speechless. Painting the bathroom orange really seemed to do the trick.