I laugh with very little provocation, because you should never take anything too seriously (or sometimes just because I'm nervous. Or happy. Or excited. Or being tickled). I cry in equal measure; I guess passions run high in this body of mine. I cry at movies, commercials, and pictures of puppies.
I wish I could say I'm funny, but I'm usually not. It's a timing thing.
I'm loyal, I'm honest, I'm happy. I don't need much. Sometimes, I seem a little backwards, a little difficult, but I chalk it up to Feminine Mystique. All I really hope for is an adventure or two. Someone with big hands, a strong heart, and a little creativity. well, okay. what I'm really looking for is someone to hold my hand and splash in puddles with me. There, I said it.
I'm a music fiend, a junk-food junkie, and I love my mom. Sometimes I think I'm kinda hard to peg, because I'm so tolerant and malleable that sometimes I confuse myself.