My name is Tracy Fulks, but I was born Tracy Records.
I am a Mom.
I love strong coffee and have the unfortunate penchant for Marlboro lights.
I am learning how to not fuck up a relationship.
I love to laugh more than anything else.
I am in my 3rd year of sobriety.
I have a large collection of pajama pants which I prefer over anything else.
I am learning about humility.
I am not a big shopper, but if I ever spend too much on anything, it’s jeans and sunglasses.
I am learning about the importance of service to others.
I love the summer and detest the winter.
I love to socialize just as much as I love to isolate.
Sometimes the best part of my day is taking off my bra.
I am learning to shut down the committee in my head.
I will never give up cheese.
I am learning not to hate my thighs and to accept the aging process.
I love a good pen and a sharp pencil.
I am my own worst enemy.
I struggle with my emotions.
Painting gives me satisfaction.
I am fascinated by the human condition.
Writing gives me solace.
I am secretly a fan of the Dickie.
I am a fierce competitor.
I still find poop talk funny.
I will be 43 in one month.
I can’t not watch Cast Away or Million Dollar Baby if they’re on.
I don’t care if my closets and drawers are messy.
I think Twin Peaks, Lost, and Breaking Bad were the best shows ever.
I love Augusten Burroughs, David Sedaris, Chelsea Handler, and Nora Ephron.
I still have a piece of pencil lead from 2nd grade stuck in the palm of my left hand.
Self discovery is hard.
The smell of freshly cut grass makes my soul happy.
Tangled coat hangers take me to Defcon Level 3 frustration instantly.
I love the color orange.
I will never be able to fold a fitted sheet.
I am an Aquarius.
I have an addiction to Words With Friends.
I can complicate a one car funeral.
Who are you?