Books make me happy. I play brain games (brain games, like Sudoku and Scrabble, not mind games. That's what mean girls do). I wear glasses and read a novel a week (sometimes less, sometimes three). Despite the geekiness I do love the outdoors but I feel totally out of place here because I've never even touched a snowboard. It seems like all you Denver men are either snowboarders or in a band or both.
Sometimes I wish I was eight again, sitting on the living room floor watching the end of Fantasia, imagining I too have wings, or lavender hair and the lower half of a pink horse.
When people lie, I want to hit them with a shovel. It doesn't help that usually I can tell when people are lying. I also really don't appreciate it when people intentionally misrepresent themselves (though I know this happens often) in hopes of impressing people. Just be yourself, damn it, your silly, flawed, perfectly acceptable self.
I'm built like a Finnish peasant girl, which is what I would have been had I lived a few hundred years ago. This means big hips, big chest, and a strong set of legs. If you can't deal, too bad for you.
I don't know what color my eyes are, and I can't seem to get a solid answer from anyone else.
I avoid eating Pringles, because once I pop, I can't stop; and addiction is no laughing matter.
My friends tell me I'm a good cook. I roast things, fry things, grill things, bake things. I like to make food for people. I like to eat food. I need more people to cook for, which is one reason I'm on this site. Kate Moss, I am not.
I'm a good person, no doubt, and my morals are unshakable, but on occasion I swear like a sailor and I find some very unladylike things to be hilarious (but don't strain yourself...you might break something).
I don't think it's possible to be innocent and enlightened simultaneously.
I grew up in a small town. Like, really, really small town. In New Hampshire, no less. The land of trees, cows, trees, maple syrup (it comes from trees!), and men dressed in plaid and orange hiding (in trees) trying to shoot things (but usually, all they hit are trees). As a result, I still giggle when I get the chance to ride on an escalator, have to try really hard not to stare at hookers and homeless people, and get overwhelmed when on roads with more than two lanes. Denver is a fascinating place for the likes of me.
I am fiercely loyal. Always have been. It gets me hurt a lot.
I love Moxie. It comes in an orange can. If you are like most people, you haven't heard of it, and if you are like most people who've tried it, you probably don't like it. But enough about hypothetical you, more about actual me...
One thing I hate? Drama. Really. Hate it. Oh, and cheaters. I hate cheaters. Relationships or Monopoly: cheat, and feel my wrath. *shakes fist in a wrathful manner*
Basically, I'm pretty nifty. If you like niftiness (and words like 'nifty'), you will like me. I hope.
I suck at summaries.
Take my test. I dare you: okcupid.com/tests/9581890639695426259/Are-We-Even-Remotely-Compatible-
I am needy, psychotic, and kidding