I reside in the bible belt of BC. Now don’t jump to conclusions….I’m as evil as they come, evil with a “shiny” halo.
I’m not a regular “chick”, I don’t run to Sandra Bullock movies, I don’t believe in changing a man for the “better”, I dislike chick flicks (for the most part) and I believe in ripping Cosmo to shreds and using it for toilet paper.
I do tear up at some movies or music….if I feel passionate about it…it’s waterworks time.
I wear my heart on my sleeve unless I feel threatened, then I close up.
I long to have someone understand, and I long to laugh.
I want to spend my life learning….everything.
I have road issues and a trucker’s mouth.
I do fall into the trap of being too dramatic sometimes…and secretly enjoy it.
I get turned on driving fast to James Bond music.
Ditto on watching a storm rolling in…the times I miss the prairies.
I live in my imagination, a good and bad thing.
I neither want nor need another person to take care of me.
I get hurt easily, but would rather stick toothpicks under my nails then let others know.
Pride and Prejudice, that’s my girly movie.
I cry when I’m frustrated but laugh when I’m in pain.
I’m always thinking, can’t seem to turn it off.
My friends are my family and I would do anything for them.
When I think I can’t keep going….I get strength that surprises even me.
My dirty little secret? I enjoy people breaking into a lip-synch to music in movies…it’s what I do at home.
I’ve read the great Charles Dickens and I find him a bore.
I secretly love romance but still want to be one of the guys.
I car dance. That's right car.
I look for beautiful souls in life.
Photography scares me, am I good enough?
I know the meaning of quidditch.
“I’d rather die for love, then die for the want of it” Sam Roberts
I wear my past as a badge, of what I have accomplished.
I want to be thrown against a wall and taken with passion.
I was arrested once.
Intolerance of any kind would drive me to violence.
Mental illness fascinates me, but is one of my greatest fears.
Sex is not love nor is love sex.
I fear clowns…hate the bastards. Can’t sleep clowns will eat me.
My meaning of life? Go on an adventure!