Mel. Shows. Music. Friends. Driving. Honest. Loyal. Caffeine. Black Belt. Irrational. Anti-Drama. Football. Writer. Dali. Perfectionist. Jaded. Lip Biter. Corporate Whore. Coffee. Smiles. Beer. Camera. Knuckle Cracker. Persistant. Road Trips. Guarded. Japanese Food. MP3s. Hard To Impress. Spunky. Tattoos. Short Attention Span. Sunflowers. Opinionated. Family Guy. Wine. New York. Allergic. Unbreakable. Lyrics. Confusing. Pro Cycling. Scars. Headphones. Tactless. Nailbiter. Skeptical. Live MP3s. Jeans. Unstoppable. Self Conscious. Rum. Overlooked. Penny-Pincher. Sarcastic. Journals. Pensive. Approachable. Stubborn. Loved.
I could cook every day for the rest of my life and be happy.
I love music.
I'm a knitter and a black belt.
I have the best friends in the world, even though most of them don't even live in my state.
I live in GA but my heart is always in NY.
I'm addicted to coffee.
I'm far from high maintenance.
Banana bread = amazing.
I sent a secret into PostSecret and you'll never guess which one it is.
Apple cider is only good when it's warmed up.
Halloween depresses the shit out of me.
My cell phone is never more than 3 feet away. Ever.
I refuse to let any drama in my life.
I'll drive 6 hours just to see someone special to me for a half hour.
I hate when someone says they'll call you back and they don't.
Picasso ink blots and Dali prints are beautiful.
I like square dishes.
I'm addicted to football.
I don't like basketball because the squeeking of shoes on the court drives me nuts.
I wouldn't call myself a writer, but I do put words on paper often.
I should have way more tattoos than I actually do.
Orange juice is disgusting.
Sarcasm is the way it is.
I'm so independent I probably scare people away.
I have to blow through a straw before I use it, no matter what.
I feel guilty when I don't go to the gym.
I knit. A lot. Step down.
I bite my lower lip when I'm nervous or pensive.
I'm in love with Lance Armstrong, The Tour de France, and Pro Cycling.
I crack my knuckles at least 25 times a day.
My sister is my best friend.
Spending money makes me sick to my stomach.
I'm a sucker for pictures/drawings/sketches of the Sagrada Familia.
I am a cell phone's worst nightmare.
Compliments make me nervous.
I hold my friends tight and would do anything for them.
I'm so complex, I'm strangly simple.
I'd rather be underestimated than understood.
I've been hurt, I've been knocked down, and I always stand back up.
Never had my heart broken. I swear.
I like being alone but I hate being lonely.
I'm easy to get along with, but it's hard to be my friend.
I'm honest when you ask for it, but I've probably lied to you at least once.
I don't use myspace to be popular..so unless I know you in 'real' life I probably won't add or talk to you.
