What to say? I've never been that good at filling out a quick paragraph about "me" on these damn sites. Screw it. Let's kick this bitch in the cunt!
I'm a cancer, born July 4th, 1987. This fact is supposed to make me uptight, afraid of change, emotional, and clingy. *stares at the computer screen boredly* I defy the "supposed to's" of life. I'm probably one of the most laid back people you'll ever meet.
I stress the word "people" in the previous paragraph. I don't like referring to myself as a woman or a girl for the simple fact that it incurs about a million and one stereotypes just from the admittance that I have tits and labia.
The worst of these assumptions is that I'm going to fuck everything that moves just because I'm of the feminine persuasion. Let me clear this up for you. Gentleman, I am NOT a whore. Don't ask me out. Don't ask me to be your arm candy. Don't ask if I want to "get together and have some fun." You'll be shot down in a heartbeat.
The runner up in the stereotyping is that I'm a perfect carbon copy Susy-Mother-Fucking-Sunshine with all the manners inherent to a "lady". Sorry again, guys; I'm probably the antithesis of anything considered "ladylike". Here's some money for the bank. I BURP. I FART. AND, YES, MY SHIT DOES STINK.
Now, all of that aside, I'd like to think I'm a pretty fun person. I get enjoyment out of yelling random things out of my car window at pedestrians, snapping off pictures in the local Evil Empire (a.k.a. Wal-Mart), and taking in the occasional movie. I'm also a recent DDR convert. *snaps at you* JOIN ME!
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Vanderbilt --
[adjective]:
Banshee-like
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