Me in a nutshell: I like movies and music (understatement of the century). I'm a writer. I can draw and I like to paint, but I don’t consider myself to be talented just because my older sister was better at it. I’m the youngest of four children, which explains so much about me. I’m loud. I can be obnoxious. I’m full of myself. I have an artist temperment. I care about my appearance, but I don’t want anyone to think I care about it. I’m abrasive, because it’s my one defense mechanism that seems to stick. I’m cynical, but I’m tolerant. I’m introverted, yet I love attention.
I talk a lot when I’m frustrated. I lie to strangers because it keeps me entertained. I hate tomatoes with a passion. I’m comfortable with all sexual preferences and ok with most fetishes you can think of (just so long as it doesn't involve children or animals)(and whatever it is, it'd better be alive). That doesn't however comma mean I wish to participate. Nothing seems to shock me anymore. I spent the last 3+ years of my life seeing shit you’re not suppose to see on the news.
I don’t like to talk about religion or politics because you’re bound to piss someone off. Save the drama for your mama. Except me for my faults and love them as a part of and I will do the same. If you’re an asshole to me expect the same treatment in return. Oh yeah, and I have a five year old who is ROCKSTAR in the making.
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