*Updated update* 11/17/2013- Moved states. Sick in bed. Bring soup and Advil. Possibly turning into a zombie. Another thing, I'm not dtf on the first date. Not poly. Don't want to hook up and if I did for some ungodly reason turn into a harlot wanting to screw you in a sleazy motel room I'll message you. Don't proposition me with such things. Just keeps getting better. Pipes burst in the basement. No hot water.
*Update* 9/1/2013- I have received over 200 messages in the past 24 hours. If I don't get back to you immediately, please don't take offense to it. I just have a lot of messages to get through. So, please, calm your tits.
I like playing hide the saltine. I enjoy taking care of the people I love. I've had a profile on here a very long time ago, but I don't remember the password. Just look up alyssaoutlaw122 and you'll learn a lot about me. I'm sure I will add to this eventually, I just have a killer headache right now.
If you are an asshole to me or anyone I care about, I will rip you into tiny pieces.
I don't tolerate bullshit.
I enjoy insanely hot showers,
I can't poop in public to save my life. I always take a safety poop.
I love doing laundry.
I prefer hot to cold, except before bed. I turn on the ac to like sixty five degrees and then snuggle up underneath the blankets.
I like the smell of wet asphalt, chlorine, and gasoline.
Headaches no matter how minor are my kryptonite.
I love espresso.
I hate being tickled under my chin.
Please pronounce foyer the way it was meant to be.
I like people who speak and write well. I don't know when proper grammar became an attractive quality rather than an assumed skill. What the hell people?
Goddamn, I love grapes.