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24 Brighton, UK Woman


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  • Ages 18–81
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My details

Last online
Jul 17, 2014
6' 0" (1.83m)
Body Type
Atheism and laughing about it
Dropped out of University
Wants kids
English (Fluently), German (Somewhat)
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Urgh., really, please...arrrgh....wurrr! The pits, I just, awww no...really? Again? No, anything but...arrrgh.....and here I am :D
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Life is what happens *around* what you do...besides, what it's doing to me is *far* stickier...
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Listening, hoarding, cleaning, piano, complaining, being silent, making mess, philosophy, hugging ^>^ kissing ^>^ nuzzling...and burrowing! :D Oh, losing shit that was RIGHT THERE....turning valuable things into Floor Junk, um, being nice? I hope... :D Being a friend...loyalty...compassion...honesty, generosity...magic... ;) Ooo! inanimate objects, tree huggles ^>^ Inventing "food"...tree huggles again ^>^
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
The binoculars (what, I'm not the first person to put that? Awww :( ) explosive diarrh...I mean, I'm calm. Really calm. Shy, insecure, terrified of more than one new person at a time but calm as a pile of coat hangers.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Film?In Absentia...less of a humourous attempt but...really, it's jolly good. has to be Stanchinsky...followed by Bach and Nothing beats nothing like an imaginary kumquat. Mmmm...books? Like, with words 'n shit? Probs. Only Revolutions...
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My best friend.
The knowledge that somewhere there is probably a cat in a Wellington.
My Cello dearest.
Oxygen (haha...ha...alright, fuck you! :D) and water (hoho...ho...chortle...chor...nothing wrong with a bit of obtuse humour, is there? Nothing like a good laugh to rid the nostrils of the ever present scent of decay and desperation that we call this shameful ballet of life, each morbid step closer to the grave being only that sickening reminder more of how infinitely far left there is to off :D ), not to mention food.....and cats in Wellingtons ^>^
Love (queer, mayhaps, but you try and deny it :D )
The ability to count.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Metaphysical properties and the fundamental rules of existence. And toast. And Toast. Sometimes the clear superiority of Camembert (how do you get a bear out of a tree :D Cheddar luck next time?) over brie but, pfft, who doesn't?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Loathing humanity for its sheer inability to figure out: what's brown and sticky?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I'm a pre-operative trans-bender :D
You should message me if
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You're bored...or sad...I really am more of a listener than anything else...that's one of the dullest things anyone can say but, pfft, I'm just dull :D