I'm 25. I'm weird. I try too hard... I attach too easily.

I like having intelligent conversations with people. I'm spontaneous.

I'm able to write with both hands. I play guitar hero right-handed.

I have brown eyes. Not blue. Not grey. brown! I don't take things personally.

I grind my teeth at night.

I refrain from using big or uncommon words because it leads people to think that I am arrogant.

I dislike the way my voice sounds outside of my head. I think I think too much.


I'd like to think of my life as a poorly written independent film.

i love to drink beer.

I enjoy country music. winter is my favorite season. I generally don't have a life. i dont know a whole lot about cars but i can bust knuckles over a carbeurator. i can also fix breaks and change a tire or two.

my nephew taught me how to throw a mean curve ball. and when it comes to fashion, i hit a brick walls!

i can probably rock your world.. if my mood is right. i can throw darts, talk about football, i can tell a dirty joke, i can help you with your love life & tell you about women. its always nice to have a six pack chillin on ice too...:)

i can drink you under the table at your favorite bar, but im still a lady!

Things go wrong. Stuff happens. Life goes on. That's all you need to know.

Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bull**** in order to be comfortable?

I don't know. That's a good question.

That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the **** up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. -Pulp Fiction