The story:
The name is Sarah, though I'm known by many other names. I'm a Szewczyk female to the fullest, and god damn proud of it- there's nothing I can do to change it, so I might as well accept it.
The job title is freelance anything. I've been proofreading papers for people since middle school, and helping my mom make some pretty awesome cakes since a few years ago. Recently started designing tattoos for my girl , and am planning on getting my first one soon. I write, draw, and if I'm inebriated and like you enough, I'll sing.
The interests include late nights, philosophical conversation, snuggling that leads to mid-day naps, being productive, being unproductive, beer, liquor, broadening horizons and opening minds.
The status is jaded, but taken, I can only hope for good. The girl is sexy as fuck, arrogant as hell, stubborn as balls, and I fucking love her. The girl is my life right now. The girl is high above me on every level of life, and therefore the confusion is wondering what sets me apart from anyone else she's met.
The problem is I've heard a lot of things in my life, so it's hard for me to believe a lot of things people say. The strange thing is I maintain a crazy level of trust in people anyway.
[ The current issue is that I'm used to cycling someone out of my life when my romantic involvement with that person ends. The reason is it helps me to "get over" the person in question. The casualties are usually everyone who reminds me of that person, or is still involved with that person, and that part doesn't tend to be an issue. The reasons are for me, not the other people involved. The problem with that [and yes, it's a surprise to me], is people don't seem to want to be cycled out.
The underlying belief is that you're better off without me in your life. The contradiction is I'm outwardly cocky, even borderline asshole if I feel a cycling is taking place. The reasons are for you, not me. The idea is be an asshole, and you won't want to be around me anymore, and that's better for you. ]
The friends are family, and the family is amazing and for life. The favorite baby is Miss Veronica "I'm Grown" King. The best cousin and bestest friend since diapers is her mommy, Miss Heather "I'm Grown" King.
The vice is alcohol. The language is atrocious and possibly borderline anti-everything, including use of racial slurs and sexual preference and genitalia.
The hero is my older brother. The respect level for this man is unparalleled. He is currently at OCS, last known title Lance Corporal, USMC.
I laugh, I love, and I live. I don't understand a lot, but that doesn't stop me from trying. If you can tell me something I haven't heard before, I'm all ears. Lay it on me.
w00t.
