On the Twelfth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
I hate crowds.
I am a sensory defensive. Completely implode.
I self-nurture with hot baths and peanut butter.
If I don't get enough time to myself...again...I completely implode.
Implosion on the way.
I love glamming it up. Rarely get to do it.
I love good champagne.
I have stinky feet.
I believe my Goddess Kali lunchbox makes a perfect evening purse.
I'm supposedly a kinder person now.
I like making a lot of money.
My bed is my friend.