I'm always frantic. My head permanently resides in the clouds. I smile more than I ought. I'm naive, but untrusting. I exist on minimal sleep and java-caffeination. Though it's ill-advised, I'm forever looking all around (never straight ahead), amazed at how I can notice something new, every day. Pidgins are cute. I prefer to sweat the sweet nectar of rose at clubs, shirking the ever popular (ever nauseating) stench of patchouli. I procrastinate. I dance. 70s colors and patterns rock my world. I sing in the shower, and the car, and on the street if I'm especially happy.
"This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof." —Neil Gaiman, "Books of Magic III"
Disclaimer: This journal will rarely (if ever) contain information of a vastly personal nature. I won't post about various medical conditions or personal problems. I do not, however, take issue with others posting of their dilemmas. Simply know that my life is not perfect; I just try to project it in a more optimistic, positive light. This is MY preference, and if you desire to read this LJ, you will accept it :-P
J'adore Audrey Hepburn, esp. in "Breakfast at Tiffany's." </center>