I simmered in Illinois until I realized I was wasting myself. I abruptly threw two suitcases and a guitar in my car, and left on an adventure halfway across the continent to Arizona, to attend The Conservatory of Recording Arts and Sciences, then to the other side of the states to NYC. I am always longing for adventure and exploration. If you stumbled across my page and you enjoy what ewe reade, and you are in the area, and you love hookah bars, hollatcha gurl (as the kids are saying these days).
Here's a small blurb about this lanky frame: I have bad posture, and an equally bad equilibrium. I'm awkward and dorky and I laugh at myself a lot. I am a textrovert. I am constantly daydreaming. I sing when no one is listening. I enjoy nature very much. I like to try my hand at the guitar. I accept donations for tattoos. And apparently, I also like small rigid sentences. I have an incredible urge to jump off of high things and to stick my hand out car windows to mimic a wing.
I also have a *slight* obsession with my hair, which causes me to have a *slight* obsession with looking at myself in any reflective surface.
Now I will tell you about things I like: music, things that are gross and disgusting, booze, culture, nature, ink, exotic food. Those are some things I like.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song, take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long.
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