Very few things bother me, I'm rather easy-going... maybe too much for my own good.
I have no expectations.
So I have been in the city for a while now... I am an expert in avoiding cops, parallel parking is a breeze, and potholes are accepted as being my life now.
Reading people/situations. EQ is hotdamn.
Making people feel at ease... I think... Maybe... Now my palms are sweating.
Blushing. I blush like a pro... MAC has nothing on me.
I'm ridiculously awesome at making the longest analogies to explain the simplest thing, and it's beautiful. You might shed a tear or two. Honestly, it's poetry-on-demand.
Telling people it's a Viral Infection not Allergies.
How much I look like that bad guy from that one season of 24...you know the guy who did that one thing in that one episode.
Telling white people - pardon me - those of Caucasian decent, that I used to by shy of them growing up. Now I chastise bearded ginger men for their lack of freckles.
How much I do not get offended. It offends people.
When will plans actually go according to plan?
To be, or n....
Facial hair is tantalizing and you find yourself repressing ungodly urges to hurt my visage. (Disclaimer: I will go stubble for da bubble.)
No hot heads or tempers allowed. umadbro?
Just message me if you feel like it. JUST DOOO IT. Nike™
If you're hesitating - stop.
This isn't a pair of heels. Chop-chop, haven't got all day!
I don't chase... Asthma and all that. Gotta get that inhaler refill.