Senseless acts of random information.
I often slur my speech or talk too fast for others to understand.
There is no one in my life that completely understands who I really am.
I don't like having anyone else in my room unless I am there also.
I haven't lived at "home" since I was 15.
I've never initiated a friendship, nor do I speak unless I am spoken to.
I like to shimmy my hips while I clean or do dishes.
I believe in a god, yet not so much in organized religion.
I've kissed only a handful of guys in my lifetime.
I've been called a prude more times than I can appreciate.
I have a vehement fear of driving near walls, specifically in large doses of traffic.
I'm quick to anger, but also quick to forgive.
I held a grudge for nearly five years, and just recently dropped it for the sake of sanity.
I have social anxiety disorder, as well as OCD.
I've successfully dried and saved every rose I have received since I was a child.
I outran a pig when I was thirteen years old.
Christopher Wallace (the Notorious B.I.G) was shot and killed on my birthday in 1997.
I spend 43%of my time worrying about things that I have no control over.
For the most part, I would rather be by myself than in the company of others.
I tend to avoid my problems, consequently lashing out when they get too overbearing.
My hands and feet are always freezing.
I'm impatient and I don't work well with incompetent people.
I've pushed more people out of my life than I have let in.
I take showers at night because I'm not coherent when I wake up.
I have absolutely no problem admitting that I wash my hair only about three times a month.
With the said, I promise that had I have not just revealed that you would never know.
I'm also notorious for wearing the same makeup for three consecutive days.
I drink from the carton and to this day I have never been reprimanded for it.
When I get angry, I throw coffee mugs.
I sometimes wonder if I'm only spoken to out of last resort.
There's nothing I find more satisfying than dominant physical strength... on my behalf.
I own many comic books; the vast majority being "Tales from the Crypt".
I spend most of my free time reading.
I like doing things on the spur of the moment - traveling, shows, sleeping, etc.
I got my first piercing at the age of thirteen, and first tattoo at the age of seventeen.
I blew up a porta-potty on the 4th of July.
I believe in the right to own and maintain skill with a firearm.
I thought I would have done something more with my life by now.
I wash my hands excessively, in fear of being contaminated.
I have a problem setting my personal standards too high.
In the course of one summer, I dropped from 140lbs to 95lbs (a size 5 to a 00).
That was the summer following my eighth grade year.
In high school, my friends and I would skip through the halls singing, "Dead! Dead! Dead! Someday we'll all be dead!"
I am uncomfortable with the idea of being read through like a cheap paperback book.
I've met so many wonderful people through my best friend.
I find meat of any kind to be revolting.
I think the same of most fountain drinks and fast food eateries.
I've never confessed my feelings to someone.
I know the meaning of "true love", but (unfortunately or fortunately?) have not yet experienced it.
I believe that being "in love", and finding "true love" are two totally different affairs.
I drive with my elbows or wrist on the steering wheel, seldom my hands.
Roselyn Sanchez is the most attractive female I have ever laid eyes on. Male, John Stamos.
Since the cradle I still play with the satin edges of blankets.
I'm terrible about saying what's on my mind; this has caused many relationship problems.
I don't see myself getting married, but I would like to someday have kids.
When push comes to shove, I really do have a humble appreciation for being alive.
There is no one in my life that completely understands who I really am.
I don't like having anyone else in my room unless I am there also.
I haven't lived at "home" since I was 15.
I've never initiated a friendship, nor do I speak unless I am spoken to.
I like to shimmy my hips while I clean or do dishes.
I believe in a god, yet not so much in organized religion.
I've kissed only a handful of guys in my lifetime.
I've been called a prude more times than I can appreciate.
I have a vehement fear of driving near walls, specifically in large doses of traffic.
I'm quick to anger, but also quick to forgive.
I held a grudge for nearly five years, and just recently dropped it for the sake of sanity.
I have social anxiety disorder, as well as OCD.
I've successfully dried and saved every rose I have received since I was a child.
I outran a pig when I was thirteen years old.
Christopher Wallace (the Notorious B.I.G) was shot and killed on my birthday in 1997.
I spend 43%of my time worrying about things that I have no control over.
For the most part, I would rather be by myself than in the company of others.
I tend to avoid my problems, consequently lashing out when they get too overbearing.
My hands and feet are always freezing.
I'm impatient and I don't work well with incompetent people.
I've pushed more people out of my life than I have let in.
I take showers at night because I'm not coherent when I wake up.
I have absolutely no problem admitting that I wash my hair only about three times a month.
With the said, I promise that had I have not just revealed that you would never know.
I'm also notorious for wearing the same makeup for three consecutive days.
I drink from the carton and to this day I have never been reprimanded for it.
When I get angry, I throw coffee mugs.
I sometimes wonder if I'm only spoken to out of last resort.
There's nothing I find more satisfying than dominant physical strength... on my behalf.
I own many comic books; the vast majority being "Tales from the Crypt".
I spend most of my free time reading.
I like doing things on the spur of the moment - traveling, shows, sleeping, etc.
I got my first piercing at the age of thirteen, and first tattoo at the age of seventeen.
I blew up a porta-potty on the 4th of July.
I believe in the right to own and maintain skill with a firearm.
I thought I would have done something more with my life by now.
I wash my hands excessively, in fear of being contaminated.
I have a problem setting my personal standards too high.
In the course of one summer, I dropped from 140lbs to 95lbs (a size 5 to a 00).
That was the summer following my eighth grade year.
In high school, my friends and I would skip through the halls singing, "Dead! Dead! Dead! Someday we'll all be dead!"
I am uncomfortable with the idea of being read through like a cheap paperback book.
I've met so many wonderful people through my best friend.
I find meat of any kind to be revolting.
I think the same of most fountain drinks and fast food eateries.
I've never confessed my feelings to someone.
I know the meaning of "true love", but (unfortunately or fortunately?) have not yet experienced it.
I believe that being "in love", and finding "true love" are two totally different affairs.
I drive with my elbows or wrist on the steering wheel, seldom my hands.
Roselyn Sanchez is the most attractive female I have ever laid eyes on. Male, John Stamos.
Since the cradle I still play with the satin edges of blankets.
I'm terrible about saying what's on my mind; this has caused many relationship problems.
I don't see myself getting married, but I would like to someday have kids.
When push comes to shove, I really do have a humble appreciation for being alive.