aRianE

I write therefore I am.I have this compelling need to understand the world through words.Writing warms me when I'm feeling particularly cold.I'm a bookwurm.I don't mind growing old alone with my books.I'm a reformed party animal.Partying has lost its novelty for me.On the rare occasions that I actually go out,I rekindle my love for it and I end up staying out all night.Once a party animal always a party animal.I'm an OC.I have this compulsion to close open doors.I count the number of gulps of water I drink after brushing my teeth.For some strange reason,I have an aversion for odd numbers.My SMS have to be in either even numbers or multiples of 5.Yes,I'm weird.Normality is merely a matter of consensus.I'm both a narcoleptic and insomniac.Go figure.I'm a clumsy oaf.I'm quite adept in walking right into sliding doors,stepping on huge puddles of mud and falling down a flight of stairs.I am one of the boys.Occasionally I prefer my boy buds company to that of my girlfriends because it's refreshing to be as loud and rowdy as I want to be.Perfection is boring.Imperfection,on the other hand,piques my interest.Contrary to popular belief,not all girls love shopping and go on diets.I don't.I would never starve myself just for vanity's sake.Puhleez.There are few things worse in life than being gorgeous & dumb.I don't lose sleep over my inability to launch a thousand ships.I'd rather have intelligence than beauty at any given time.I have a photographic memory, beware!I don't believe in marriage.People are too fucked-up these days to be in relationships.Jadedness and cynicism took its toll.I'm brutally frank.No sense in beating around the bush.I am a bitch, a vindictive one at that.If you feel the need to tell me thank you.That's a compliment in my book.I'm comfortable in my own skin. Sporadically,I fancy myself as an autistic.Being alone doesn't necessarily equate to being lonely.I'm single and dang well proud of it!