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Once upon a time I repeated preschool, because I was deemed “unsociable“. That was greatly over-corrected. Those who are true close friends feel comfortable enough to over-share in the same way I do. Which is, talking about such things as our bowel movements.
I am very allergic to cats and dogs. Very. But I love cats to death, and have had them my entire life, so I’ve learned to suffer.
I have a dog, too, but I essentially greatly dislike her. No dog compares to Peanut, and I miss Peanut.
I used to be an alcoholic, never clinically diagnosed, but considering I would start my day with 5 shots of Southern Comfort and spend the rest of the day consuming a good ‘nother 15-30 shots of various kinds. Every day… yeah, I would say I was an alcoholic. But after nearly killing myself from alcoholic poisoning on my birthday a few years ago, and overdosing on ibuprofen (which I didn’t know was possible), my liver has instilled very strict limits on my consumption, and I thank my liver for that.
On that note, I am one incredible bartender, and can create pretty much anything from nothing. I could even make a mixture of Bacardi 151 and Wild Turkey 101 taste like juicy goodness. Saying that makes me want to vomit.
I am notorious for starting projects. Something catches my interest and I totally have to try it. I am also notorious for NOT finishing said projects. I have so much crap sitting around waiting for me, calling my name, and I just can never find the motivation to finish. It’s sad.
Every single day I miss the Air Force. I miss everything about it, and I wish I had tried harder to stay. It is the only thing I regret.
I have four tattoos and had nine piercings.
I hate short-type. I will never use u, r, ur, 4evr, bff, gf, bf, and whatever the hell else is out there. I have only two exceptions: lol and rofl. Even in text messages, I use proper English and grammar, as best I can. short-type makes me want to slap a ho.
The key to my heart is not being fake, and giving me chocolate. I’m a pushover for sugar.
Anything more than that you should just go ahead and ask. I like questions, and am never open book without them.
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