former ballerina, former mosher, former party girl.
lately i can be described as:
the girl who is always having dance parties in her room in her underwear
the girl who gets excited to wear scarves and drink coffee
the girl who hits the snooze button for an hour
the girl who is smiling from across the room
the girl who doesn't believe in rules
the girl who laughs a lot
the girl who sends text messages she regrets when she sobers up
the girl who talks in code
the girl who drinks a lot of strawberry milkshakes
the girl who might be gone when you wake up
the girl who is in love with being alive
the girl who has been and done a lot of things
the girl who has known and loved a lot of people
the girl who prefers her whiskey undiluted
the girl who makes friends everywhere she goes
the girl who is always where the music and/or party is
the girl who is carrying on an illicit love affair with elliott smith
the girl with a name like poison
the girl who will call you just to say goodmorning
the girl who gets excited about really small, stupid things
the girl who grew up on music
the girl who some people love to hate
the girl who loves zombie movies
the girl who has no love for people who don't read books
the girl who will not sugarcoat things for you
the girl who knows the strippers real name
i spent the first nine years of my life with a beach for a backyard and now i call downtown home.
i smoke, i drink, i swear.
i carry around a lot of baggage but i'm a riot.
not a lot of people can keep up with me. i have a dangerously low tolerance for bullsh*tand i throw things when i'm drunk but i'm the friendliest and most affectionate person you'll probably ever meet.
i am a huge showboat. i'm cheesy and lame. you'll learn to love it.
i come in size small packaging with a size large attitude. and huge hair.
i am the collective works of everyone i've ever known or loved.
i choose my company by the beating of their hearts, not the swelling of their heads.
i am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the california bound can weep.
i am guilty of:
smoking too much. having too much fun. skipping dinner. swearing too often. running on empty. being over caffeinated. being nostalgic. getting bored too easily. talking shit. eating candy for breakfast. falling too hard. falling too fast. wearing trashy skirts. forgetting. not stopping to smell the roses often enough. listening to (really) cheesy music. writing bad prose. re-reading books over and over. excessive napping. owning too many shoes. laughing at the worst possible moment.
i love talking about my tattoos. i especially love it when random strangers come up to me and say things like, "lemme see yer chest" and then try to touch me. so if you see me on the streets, please do that. and don't forget to ask me if they hurt.
(seriously though, if you plan to message me, you should probably have something better up your sleeve than some generic compliment about my tattoos. it's so old. i don't want to hear it. unless you don't care if i respond or not. in which case, go ahead and beef up my ego. you probably also won't get a response if you call me things like "sweetie" or "shorty", ask me if i want to "hook up" (or other variations of the "do you want to bang?" question. the answer to which is always no. because that's gross and creepy.) or if you have nothing original or interesting to say. i bore easily. you're no exception.
really, i just want someone to surprise me. not many people do anymore.
the only thing you really need to know about me is that most of the time, i have myself convinced that i live in a movie and i have a pretty good heart when my head's in the right place.
my idea of the perfect first date includes skipping all the awkward small talk, sitting in a dive bar listening to a band i've never heard of, drinking irish whiskey, laughing a lot and eating street meat. or flying to vegas and getting married.