So, now you know some things about me. At this point in our relationship, I feel like it might be okay to ask you something. Are you, by chance, a sexy amputee? If so, will you come live in my bedroom? I promise all the cuddling you could want. We can be best friends! I will let you ride my unicorn, provided that you have enough limbs to hang on." - ("write my summary for me" I said to a friend. This is what I got. It's perfect.)
I enjoy being vulgar from time to time. I think it's important. Very often? Probably not. Can I still be kind? That's my default. I'm out to prove that vulgarity and manners aren't mutually exclusive.
I find it very important to not have things as sacred. All topics should be able to effortlessly slip from being serious to being a joke to serious again.
I'm looking for friendship. I'm married, so not really looking for much more in that field. But don't run away just yet. The partner is cute_storm, and ridiculously perfect for me. But I'd like some friends. I want to sit near a tree or roll around on a couch. I want to waste time with people.
I do love doing a lot of nothing. If not with others, most of my time gets wasted on the internet, and I'm okay with that.