Hi, I'm Morgan and I have bangs.

Okay, so in Los Angeles everyone is pretty obsessed with their image.  I'll admit, I am obsessed with my image, in my own way.  I love getting my picture taken.  I always tell the Paparazzi where I'm going, but then I remember I'm not famous, so they could care less.  And I know I shouldn't buy all those gossip magazines, but without them my time in the gym would be incredibly painful.   I love shopping.  I love it when people think I'm pretty, well dressed, and thin.  But with that said, I do not get up every morning and spend two hours doing my hair and make-up...believe it or not, I actually think that is a waste of time. But maybe the only reason I think it is a waste of time is because my "day job" is nannying.  Two boys, ages six and three, could care less about your hair and make-up.  Although, they will tell you "You're not fat, Morgan.  You just have big thighs."  Okay, so the boys I take care of did not say this to me, but my cousin Tristan did, when he was about six years old.  Honesty starts early, folks.   And then we learn how to lie, because people have this thing called "insecurity."  I digress.  Also, I don't really think it's a waste of time, because top o' the mornin' the only other thing I'm doing is sleeping.  I'm just too lazy, really.