When I see a cute baby, I start to smile and wave like a maniac.
I am perpetually walking around my apartment with one shoe on, searching for its mate.
Even though I am far from gorgeous or perfect, most days I look in the mirror and feel pretty okay with what I've got.
I am no longer the hopeless romantic I once was. I'm learning that romance has to balance with reality.
When I am overcome with happiness, I like to sit alone and sob for a couple of minutes. It's just how I deal.
I hate to fight, but I am feisty when I need to be. If you upset me, you better believe I'm going to tell you.
Though I keep JGIWC very prim and proper, I have a potty mouth in out loud life. I'd say that I'm trying to work on it, but that would be a lie.
I don't take myself seriously at all. I am completely neurotic and I wouldn't change it, any of this, for a thing.