... Despite any of the fanciful sounding things here, I do not
consider myself as such; I am just like every other person here...
but what, I feel, appears to set me apart from most is attributable
I like my orange juice with pulp in it.
It reminds me of my grandfather.
(He would carve oranges into squeezable "sippy" cups)
I'm one of THOSE
people who likes pineapple on my pizza.
I had a puppy named after a couple of Gremlins
He was a cool lil fella.
I dance til I drop... then have the most immaculate sleep
Since I was a young child, I've spent an uncountable quantity of
hours at the library.
It was commonly my after school spot, there I read a large
collection of the Hardy Boys, Goosebumps and (RL Stine's other
flagship) Fear Street.
These obviously weren't the only things I read, but they were each
my jam for a period of time.
After the library shut it's doors for the last time, it became one
of the locales I would skate at (with makeshift ramps and rails of
truly respectable quality).
I slit my wrist open, there, on a shard of glass, once, after
landing in a pile of debris. During an evasive roll, my arm came
down upon a shard. It sliced just briefly, since the limb was
accelerating in a downward motion, it moreso kind of got embedded
and I had to pluck it out of my wrist.
I'm going to remember that for some time... the scar remains, it is
about the size of a dime.
Some say I've made it to that BIG 30, to which I reply, "Nah,
doesn't feel like it. I'm just going to call this 29 part
(I wonder if I should change that to "II" to "deux," it makes
things sound more sophisticated--wait, am I becoming
I have a significantly large social circle... I cannot keep up with
it all, but I try. Sorry everyone.
... My match must exist out there, somewhere.
Based on past experience I wonder if I will ever cross paths with
someone I truly flow with.
Despite me not trying to be shallow, there are definitely certain
physical feature-sets that do it in for me:
Things I appreciate: similar body type\in shape (as in fit
). I am not needing someone
who lives at the gym; but can't deal with someone content in being
round- I've worked to stay in the shape I am in. Not to say I
didn't have fun while working, but I would love to have someone who
could (and would) follow me up a tree.
(For no obvious reason, the thought of that scenario is kind of
hot--and actually very likely stems from childhood
I spent a good period of time just hanging out in the limbs of a
tree while working through gradeschool)
Height isn't really that important.
A weakness, I do have though: is unnatural hair colors... I find
them cute as f*ck. It's probably a punk thing... I'm not
I just figure Scott Pilgrim understands (and can
Sometimes I feel I am too picky about all this, but then I realize
I can't just settle for something that doesn't work for me.
It surely is difficult to find that person that is just that right
amount of perfect for you... but I have faith... somewhere out
there is that someone, not prudish and scared of the unknown, a
brave and inquisitive mind that evaluates and presses on to
Sing to me and
make me melt.
I'm seeking someone with a sense of adventure, a dash of
recklessness, and a pinch of something strange. :)
I like piercings, and tattoos
. So many styles and stories...
mmm... so hot.
Seeing such pretty ink only sets the cravings in, deeper.
... Being nice WILL get you far. Don't be mean.
A high sex drive
is important. Keep up. :)
(No disrespect intended, here, and these are not 'concrete rules'
or not being all these things is not even necessarily a
dealbreaker--just personal preference)
I actually feel accomplished and happy
If I were to die tomorrow (not that I want to), I can honestly say:
"To me, life was amazing, I've been surrounded by great people and
I have been fortunate enough to pursue my dreams, I have seen great
places, tried fun things, eaten great food, known love and
loss-been beaten and broken down... but rose from the cinders,
When I do go... I feel Death by Black Hole
would be a fitting way to
wrap things up."
I want to camp out under the Borealis