According to this brilliant man, the answer to life, the universe, and everything is 42. We're always so focused on knowing what the answer is that we simply don't even know what that question is. 42 is somewhat of a lucky number for me. My views are what one would consider pantheistic. I believe we are all connected in one way or another, and in my completely geeky mind, 42 ties it all together. Seeing it in an unexpected place, in spite of whatever my current situation may be, is always reassurance that the Universe has everything taken care of.
Philosophy aside, I'm pretty much the classiest broad you'll ever meet. (Or, well, I try to be. It's not like I have much competition.)
I don't believe in feminism; I challenge you to treat me like a lady.
I curse like a sailor. Try and fucking stop me.
I own far too many dresses.
I absolutely hate having free time; it drives me insane. I never know what to do with myself.
I design and create t-shirts. It's probably the most fun hobby ever. I love clothing.
I'm playful. If I'm not giving you even a little bit of sass, I'm probably not comfortable with you.