The United States is a new thing for me and i'm still finding my bearings: I grew-up in Scotland and England, but have a Texan father, so my accent is rather muddled and amusing. So is my lexicon, for that matter; if I say "I'm going out for a fag," things aren't as extreme as they seem! Clashing cultures is a constant source of amusement, so that's making my time here a bit easier. I can be a bit shy around strangers, but I open up quickly to new acquaintances because, ultimately, meeting new people is fun. List impulse engage-
I've got a kilt, but that does not mean that it's streetwear!
Folks with English accents are not evil. Simply mischievous.
I love giggling and talking to myself.
I hate smoking but I find that I do it anyway, though i'm cutting down a lot.
Psychadelic colours and tessellated shapes fascinate me.
I love baby animals but find them unsatisfying in maturity and death.
I work-out like a demon but proceed to enjoy tasties that probably outweigh the benefit.
Any book is better than no book. Smell is the most underrated sense.
Ska, pop-punk and mainstream metal music can, for the most part, go crawl under a rock and die.
I love writing and performing poetry, and scrawling doodly graphic design, but I only do it intermittently.
I love stationery.
I seem to have exceptionally good reflexes, so if you fall, I can catch you (har har.)
I can't cook, but sometimes I try really hard. I make a mean chicken pot pie, i'll say that.
I have a tattoo, want more, but can't finalize on anything.
Mother Earth weeps when I drink enough to start dancing, but sometimes you just have to groove.
I'm trying to reconcile British spelling with American english; submitting to the 'z's and dropping the 'u's. I will NEVER say 'aluminum' though.
I might be male, but I love soft things, and have some cuddly toys... and they have names.