Usually I can write descriptive words that paint vivid imagery and flow together like the the colors of the rainbow and shit, but I just finished writing a paper and now the area of my brain that my verbal skills come from isn't functioning. Yet I feel motivated to update this... Anyway, My name is Caitlin, but I usually go by Cat. Cat probably fits my personality better anyway because I'm a bit feisty. I'm outgoing, outspoken, open-minded, impulsive, and spontaneous. Oh, and I'm sarcastic as **** and I have no soul. I'm fairly new to Minneapolis, studying at the U of M.
-I like ****ing with strangers.
-I don't search for jobs, employers search for me (i get lucky with this shit.)
-I can mimic any facial expression.
-I have an awesome Shakira voice.
-I haven't burped out loud in over a year.
-In 8th grade I was forced to compete in a spelling bee. I lost to a 6th grader because I misspelled sarcasm. (no joke)
Message me if...:
...you already have friends, but are interested in having more.
...you are a fun person.
...you tend to say "**** social norms" but aren't trying to be all hipster or whatever.
...you have tattoos and/or facial hair. That shit's hot.
WARNING! We might not get along if you..:
...have trouble catching discrete sarcasm.
...often feel bad for people
...can't take a harsh joke.
...can't write a complete sentence.
...use advanced emoticons or abbreviations like xp or O_o Idk wtf that means.
It was the middle school Fall Formal my 7th grade year. My date was shorter than me and he reeked of ball sweat. We managed to slow dance to Aerosmith without touching more than a square inch of each others' bodies. It was awkward, but it beat hiding in the bathroom when a slow song began. Afterwards, we separated: he sat on the bleachers, and I danced to Fergalicious with my friends. When the dance got done at 11, we went to McDonald's like any other couple would do.
If you're one of those people who believes it's not a real date unless you or your date drove there... then we can fast forward to 16, but I really don't see a point in reminiscing any further.
I realize this is not what is expected in this section, but I don't care. Life is unpredictable, and so am I.