hedonistic hot mess.
Truth bombs…

I like myself, I have fun being me and I am confident in who I am, my personality, values and how I treat others. I still have personal insecurities and can be terribly awkward though.

I get easily frustrated with close minded, social elitist-types who can’t see beyond their tiny little boxed-in judgmental brains.

I despise those who expect me to conform to the drudgery of being a stereotypical chick and keep telling me I have some sort of timebomb clock that will magically go off and turn me into a Stepford wife. Keep dreaming.

I make friends very easily and love meeting new people, but it is very hard for me to completely let go, stop being self-protective and get close with someone.

I always feel like everyone is going to bail or leave eventually, probably a side effect of growing up on a military base where everyone else came and went while I was stuck there.

I think I can read people pretty well, I get a vibe off of them, but I still get duped sometimes, even though I’ve learned my lesson a million times over. Usually it’s because I ignored that ick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I have the most ridiculously loud laugh which often dissolves into snorting.

I am prone to peal said laughter during sex and making lame, off-colour jokes in the ‘afterglow’… high fives are not uncommon either.

I am terrified of sharks, I am convinced that is how I will die… Jaws-styles (music and all). I also hate getting shots or blood drawn, I often pass out, puke or hyperventilate.

I am the worst procrastinator. ever.

I know a whole lot of useless information about nothing in particular.

I can get feisty, but I hate making other people feel bad. Unless they deserve it. Then I’ll gladly take you down a notch or two.

I don’t waste time on manipulative, conniving, self-serving people or anyone who rubs me the wrong way. I will call you out on your bs and walk away if it continues. I don’t need negativity in my life.

I swear too much, drink too much, sin too much, indulge myself too much, but I’m sure as hell not going to stop.

I’m a hedonist hot mess.