The first things people usually notice about me is my ridiculously long eye lashes. Food gets in them a lot. I stare a lot. It's not that I'm rude or have no clue how to socialize, I'm just interested how some individuals have lived as long as they do and that's pretty cool I think.


I spend a lot of time thinking about nature. Stoichiometry! Yes, you read that correctly. I don't understand how to throw a boomerang. Fish are my friends in a minor deity and her little planet playground sort of way.


On a typical Friday night I usually find the worst bar in the area and put on Friday by Rebecca Black to get the night started properly. From there, I tell the bar boy to keep bringing me pickle-backs until I have the courage to order sweet potato fries or some other scrumptious grease pile. Thirty minutes of shame. Cigarette to bring it down. More pickle juice to wash away the menthol. I have a lot of fun by myself and that's just great. The most difficult part of Friday night is when you realize it's Tuesday afternoon.


The most private thing I'm willing to admit is that I think glass looks like a real special crunchy snack. Yum. Glass.


You should message and or add me if... you know what, most people don't respond to my ridiculous messages and requests. I get that. But you're wrong and I hate you.