"The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love." Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker
I'm allergic to oatmeal (when externally applied). I'm going to be a Suicide Girl one day. Maybe I'll move to Tokyo... but I will visit first. (^-^) Despite my attempts to always be on a predetermined schedule, I find the best days are the ones with the least planning. I always start my day with a triple venti skinny vanilla latte. Changing my hair color has become a fun hobby. Running is the best cardio. My life is a montage of metaphorical happenings. My cat is named after Tori Amos.
I've been told I'm quite pretty but only believe it 63% of the time. I'm always at the gym since I have fat people genetics and the body dysmorphia mindset of a bulimic headcase. HA!
I'm loud. Very. I don't have an indoor voice. And I laugh... maybe too much. Whatever. Better to be laughing then taking shit waaaaayyyyyy too seriously.
Most people have those filler phrases that they say when they need to respond in conversation but don't have anything in particular to say. Mine is, "Right on."
My accent confuses everyone. I say "y'all" and have a bit of a southern twang at times while mixing that with my big fuck off Jersey attitude. And, of course, if you're wondering where I am... I'd say your best bet is to search Manhattan.
My friends say that if I was a dog, I'd be some sort of yippy terrier. I'm perky... all the time. Sometimes I annoy myself. I mean, really... I'm a fucktard.