What's there to tell?

When I was born I was small. About the size of a baby.

I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the box; I'm not a student, I don't work. I currently leach off of my fantasticaly rich father. Spend most of my days shopping, hanging out with utterly vapid girlfriends, and traveling.

I've been on a diet since I was 8 years old - I'm so hungry. But God do I look good.

But on a more serious note, I would say I have an adjusted semi-humorous sense of self; a tendency to be shallow, uncompassionate and void of innocence; a slapstick thinker with refined sensibilities.

At best I am bravely led by my ego, and at worst by my self doubt. I detest logic and reason; much rather go with my intuition which I admit, gets me into trouble. But that's fine, I happen to like well mannered debauchery so long as it's not considered "low sleaze".

Finally, I believe in celebrating and supporting my loved ones and would hitchhike to do so, even in these shoes.

Life's good. I like my dog.

-Waxing Esoteric. (I jest).
-Laughing at my own jokes and then listen to other peoples less funny jokes and then laughing politely.
-Witticism.
-Being woefully uninformed about pretty much everything.

I have great hair.

Elle, Vogue, and InStyle. I haven't picked up a book since high school and really, I never read those ones either.

Helping other peop- lol, nope. Can't get through that. What I meant to say was money.

I would not admit anything private because a) it's private and b) that would be treason.

Is it too much to ask that you have a high level of emotional intelligence without boring me to death with your maturity?

Oh and...you is a three letter word - make the effort.

*Don't message me if your photos include you without a shirt on (seriously, why can't you keep your shirt on?), photoshopped flames in the background, or your car.