So I'm stressing out that I'm going to get fired, that I'm stupid because I can't do what everyone else did so easily. It doesn't even seem like a physically possible task.
It doesn't take a psychiatrist to tell me that I'm definitely crazy.
I am passionate about the fact the the Oxford comma is a useful and necessary grammatical device. If you disagree, you can gtfo.
I'm a framer. I work in a craft store putting together art and picking out the best ways to preserve and display it.
My store closes at 9. The other night, an obnoxious lady didn't finish her transactions until 9:46. If you are a person who would still be in a store that late and be okay with yourself, do not message me and also kill yourself.
I'm not saying my job is worse than rape, but sometimes when I get home there's glitter in my underwear and socks.
I'm also really very good at getting to know people. I'm one of those obnoxious people that can predict your mood or words or actions after just a few interactions, and usually less than you think it should be. You'll feel vulnerable and exposed, and you'll be upset that I was able to see through you. You'll either come to respect me for it or you'll despise me for it. If you're a stranger, neither really matters to me, but I like it better when people like me.
Also, I have big boobs and a big nose.
It's pretty likely that I'll either be shy and awkward or speaking incessantly and saying little.
I have a customer service face and also resting bitch face. I usually look pretty grumpy. I usually AM pretty grumpy.
I have very eclectic music tastes, and I'm super picky about food.
Hugs, because they make me feel safe and warm.
Showers, because I like them....they're all wet and soapy and clean and warm and I never feel any pain in the shower.
Tea...I just love tea. And hot chocolate. mmmmm....
Soft kisses with your fingertips on my jawbone.
Pencils. I use them for everything...drawing, holding my hair up, giving me something to chew on. Pens are cool, and I like the challenge of shading with one. But pencils and I go way back.
I like to imagine that each choice we make takes us down a different path, and the alt. universe created by the decision is something infinite and worth pondering. But I've been told I hide inside my head and over-think things.
Also the fact that narcolepsy is an immune disease. I think it's crazy.
I really DO need to finish this book, so....you know...
...... And I don't want any of that any time soon.
Also, I have a statistically average number of ovaries, and a whole slew of neurological disorders. So that's cool.
Or if you don't, I'm not picky about conversation.
But try saying more than hi. I don't like trying to start a convo if you messaged me first.
I've never done karaoke even though I love to sing and perform. Message me if you want to screech out some 90's songs with me
Message me if you don't think my name is sherip but is actually Sheri.
Don't message me trying to correct me about my ovary. I know how to math.
And if you're messaging me just because you want to have sex with me, you're gonna have a bad time.