Being gay is fine. Being bisexual is fine. Being straight is fine. Do you know what isn't fine? Wearing crocs....

Hey ladies...

Fun loving, laid back girl here, with a great sense of humour. Looking for laughs, fun, meeting new friends and maybe hopefully more, who knows?

Here's a little taster of who and what I'm about...

I enjoy eating chocolate for breakfast, I feel like I'm being naughty.

Birds are weird.

Everytime I take a picture with my phone or a digital camera I do the typical 'Facebook pose' look that eventually becomes a display picture on Facebook. Everytime anyone with a real camera takes a picture I have the overwhelming urge to look away in the distance all moody and thoughtful. So someone captures me being all deep.

I secretly think I could fly if I wanted to, I just havent tried because I don't want the probable failure to crush my secret thought. I'd rather just know I could without putting the theory to test.

I still avoid stepping on cracks in the pavement when I walk along the street, and in my head I sing 'Don't step on a crack or your gonna break your back'.


I think kirby grips have a lifespan. When they die, they dissolve.. it's the only explanation for where the f*** they all go.

I will always be scared of bees and wasps. It's the initial childhood reaction to freak out and scream like a bitch when one flies near me.

I really cannot stand drunk people randomly starting to sing in parks, or when they dance, snogging each other in public or be generally oblivious of the dissaproving looks they are getting. All that is only ok when I do it.

I assume all short haired girls are lesbians, and all long haired boys can play guitar.

I think Lucozade has to be good for you because mum gave me it when I was poorly.

I find a song I like, and listen to it on repeat for a good couple of hours.

I really do believe in the Tooth Fairy. She is just shy.

I do not accept the idea that I will be an old lady one day.

I come across fairly confident, but it's really only because I think I am awesome.

I don't think I washed the shampoo out of my hair properly, it's like the second time in the past week as well.

I constantly self diagnose when I get sick and it's always a terminal illness and I start looking for good funeral songs and wonder which picture of me would be the main one to use.

I judge people when I meet them based pretty much only on their hair.

Rereading this I realise I talk rubbish.

Anything else you wanna know, feel free to ask, I dont bite, honest :)

Characteristics

Artistic Compulsive Flirtatious High Energy Loving Low Maintenance Open Minded Outgoing Quiet Romantic Sensitive Shy Spontaneous Talkative