I come with a heaping portion of the crazies, and not in the wacky sort of way, but in the "I'm diagnosed as hell" way. I'm also physically disabled (fibromyalgia is officially the main culprit). I am so appealing~
Take me out on a date. I really like dates. Especially when coffee and cigarettes are involved. Like damn fine black coffee and cherry pie. And a lot of talking.
I'm a lot more shy than you would think I am.
I don't shave my legs or pits or whatever and I'm fat-- and I like myself this way. Just a warning so I don't get any kind of "what the fuck" later on.