Hello! welcome to my profile.
I'm awesome , and
you'll realize that if you just stick with me to the bottom of the
page. I know I seem like kind of a bitch, and I am. I kind of hate
by default, until you impress me. I'm easily impressed, so don't
worry.
Yes, I'm a girl.
Yes, I play games.
Yes, I will whoop you in Risk.
Yes, I am so hungry I might figurativly die.
Yes, I forgot where I was goin with this.
Sometimes my phone makes beeping noises like I have a new text, but I don't and I'm afraid there's a ghost.
I'm mostly here to post on the forum. If you're newish, and don't
have the forum link, look no further:
LINKITUDE
We need fresh blood.
Sometimes I can't tell if I really like cashews or I really like salt.
I like my women like I like my nuts! A-salt-ed!
....that was in poor taste.
I don't have nuts. And a cashew is a seed.
I try both way too hard and not hard enough. Some things come naturally to me, so I become lazy. For instance, I've been told I have the potential to become a decent writer. But I'm just barely good enough that I'm satisfied, and practically refuse to work on it. Other things don't come easily to me. My emotions don't seem to run the way other people's do. I cried at "The Little Mermaid" because she was so happy in the end, but she deserted her family.
Family means a lot to me. So do friendships. I have some good
friends on here. You should check them out. :)
dementedthorn
bulimicgiraffee
These are my irl friends, pre-okc. They're incredible people.
Where was I? Rambling about myself? Well, I don't feel bad about it; after all, this is where you learn about me. I have a lot to say. Sadly, not much of it is interesting or worth saying. That
rarely stops me though. If you'll let me, I'll talk for days and
weeks and years.
I'm the kind of person that picks through my lo mein and eats out all the chicken first, and then is disappointed that there is no more chicken when I start on the noodles themselves.
Now that my friend pointed out to me that OK is a stick figure from the side, I can't un-see it. The same way I'll forever read
"because I could not stop for death" to the Gilligan's Island theme song tune.
I have the "put a banana in your ear" song stuck in my head.
I love tools. I like to build.
To imagine me is to imagine a
woman who will build a tree-house, and a tire swing.... then come out and give you tea and fruit.
To imagine me is to imagine a woman in a men's shirt, laying in the grass and looking up at the sky...basking in the glorious sun or trying to see beyond the stars.
To imagine me is to imagine a woman in overalls, covered in paint...standing before a canvas with a paintbrush in her mouth,
looking over the top of her glasses to squint at some detail.
To imagine me is to imagine a woman curled up in front of the
fire with some ridiculous book in her hand, refusing to turn on a
light.
To imagine me is to imagine insanity rolled in convention.
I'm much more likely to insult you to your face than behind
your back. Nothing bothers me more than people who avoid
confrontation......if there's a problem, I like to know about
it.
Also: Fair warning.....My life is full of drama. I don't start it,
or like it, but it seems to follow me around. If you're one of
those people that says "I can't deal with drama," don't
bother.
You can bet, before we're through, Mister I'll make a man out of
you.
I'm awesome , and
you'll realize that if you just stick with me to the bottom of the
page. I know I seem like kind of a bitch, and I am. I kind of hate
by default, until you impress me. I'm easily impressed, so don't
worry.
Yes, I'm a girl.
Yes, I play games.
Yes, I will whoop you in Risk.
Yes, I am so hungry I might figurativly die.
Yes, I forgot where I was goin with this.
Sometimes my phone makes beeping noises like I have a new text, but I don't and I'm afraid there's a ghost.
I'm mostly here to post on the forum. If you're newish, and don't
have the forum link, look no further:
LINKITUDE
We need fresh blood.
Sometimes I can't tell if I really like cashews or I really like salt.
I like my women like I like my nuts! A-salt-ed!
....that was in poor taste.
I don't have nuts. And a cashew is a seed.
I try both way too hard and not hard enough. Some things come naturally to me, so I become lazy. For instance, I've been told I have the potential to become a decent writer. But I'm just barely good enough that I'm satisfied, and practically refuse to work on it. Other things don't come easily to me. My emotions don't seem to run the way other people's do. I cried at "The Little Mermaid" because she was so happy in the end, but she deserted her family.
Family means a lot to me. So do friendships. I have some good
friends on here. You should check them out. :)
dementedthorn
bulimicgiraffee
These are my irl friends, pre-okc. They're incredible people.
Where was I? Rambling about myself? Well, I don't feel bad about it; after all, this is where you learn about me. I have a lot to say. Sadly, not much of it is interesting or worth saying. That
rarely stops me though. If you'll let me, I'll talk for days and
weeks and years.
I'm the kind of person that picks through my lo mein and eats out all the chicken first, and then is disappointed that there is no more chicken when I start on the noodles themselves.
Now that my friend pointed out to me that OK is a stick figure from the side, I can't un-see it. The same way I'll forever read
"because I could not stop for death" to the Gilligan's Island theme song tune.
I have the "put a banana in your ear" song stuck in my head.
I love tools. I like to build.
To imagine me is to imagine a
woman who will build a tree-house, and a tire swing.... then come out and give you tea and fruit.
To imagine me is to imagine a woman in a men's shirt, laying in the grass and looking up at the sky...basking in the glorious sun or trying to see beyond the stars.
To imagine me is to imagine a woman in overalls, covered in paint...standing before a canvas with a paintbrush in her mouth,
looking over the top of her glasses to squint at some detail.
To imagine me is to imagine a woman curled up in front of the
fire with some ridiculous book in her hand, refusing to turn on a
light.
To imagine me is to imagine insanity rolled in convention.
I'm much more likely to insult you to your face than behind
your back. Nothing bothers me more than people who avoid
confrontation......if there's a problem, I like to know about
it.
Also: Fair warning.....My life is full of drama. I don't start it,
or like it, but it seems to follow me around. If you're one of
those people that says "I can't deal with drama," don't
bother.
You can bet, before we're through, Mister I'll make a man out of
you.
