I'm a nineteen year old college drop-out living in upper-state New York and trying to find my way in the world. It's not going too great considering that I'd much rather spend my days walking around the small town I live in, reading books, watching movies and writing stories than getting a real job and growing up. I tend to be very shy around people that i've just met, but after i get to know you it's pretty much guaranteed that i'll be way too funfetti for your vanilla pudding. i'm looking for someone who can keep up with me and who intrigues me, and who i'm excited to talk to and spend time with. i use my sarcastic razor-blade wit to hide my inner pain (pffttt) - actually, i'm a really self conscious person and i try to counteract my own self-doubt by constantly making jokes about how shitty life is. i need some partners in crime.
i'm looking for someone who will belt out rap songs with me in completely inappropriate places, or who's willing to stay up with me looking for shooting stars while smoking a bowl or two, or five.
i'm currently unemployed but if i had a job i'd be the chick at the build-a-bear workshop who reads the bear promise. hardcore stuff, you know.