I'm a sucker for uppers and downers simultaneously, but more importantly you'll likely always find me hangin' out in the kitchen witch yo mama's credit card snackin' hard like a babysitter.

im a lazy fat femme. loner. weirdo. shy guy. super-fan girl of all things I love. i'm pretty direct. got my awkward game down. in a band called Aunty Panty. practice anti-oppression and intersectional feminism as a moral guide. tween culture. the 90s. 420. uppers. downers. coffee. avocados. pizza. herstories. tarot cards. FOOD! dissecting my (hyper)self-awareness. secrets. biking. biting. trashy teevee. apples. armpits. rose water. essential oils. crystals. reading. braces. make outs. cheeseburgers. piggy-back rides. dumpster diving. bums. lisps. sweaty palms. bubble tea.

you got it? i want it.

Stalk me here: http://witsfordinner.tumblr.com/

trying not to die (yet). in the mean time I fill my life with activities and things that are mostly inspired by the list in my 'My self-summary'.

i dunno, I have good intuition. I've even been accused of being psychic before - freaky deaky stuff.

M'eyes. lips. my big fat hawt ath. my nervousness. I over analyze things sometimes and am not really sure what's what most of the time. I'm over it though.

everything all the time. gimme more more more more more. So much stimulation! PLEASE!!!!

interwebz
lipstick/gloss/balm
advil
bicycle
backpack
snaxxx

What he said, what she said, what they said, what I said, and what it alllllll means.

nothing's typical about Friday nights in my life but it'll definitely end or begin with some sort of treat.

I'm sorta really shy and don't really like many people. This is sort of a problem sometimes. Actually, most of the time, but you know, I'm working on it or something.

You know what I mean.