Someone recently told me that I am a stereotype of myself. I hate when it's hot outside but love synthetic heat. I sleep every night with a stuffed pig named Wuba. I've recently been researching volunteer trips to africa, knowing i will never actually go on one. I do New York Times crossword puzzles. I've learned a lot about myself in the past year, and wobder what i'll learn in the next. I recently had a prostitution offer. I'm a good writer. I'm a big nerd. I love driving with all the windows open and singing at the top of my lungs. I'm occasionally shy. Spontaneity makes me happy. I'm still best friends with classmates from high school. I have a HUGE 1/2 irish 1/2 italian family. I'm the type of person who gets hurt rather than angry. I'm a good cook. When i smile only one side of my mouth moves. I have big aspirations for myself. I like really corny jokes. I'm passive aggressive on occasion, though i prefer to call it "witty". I'm a flirt. I love being with people who make me laugh. I can't whistle. I eat peanut m&m's when i'm upset. I buy homeless people coffee. I have prada sunglasses. I love my birthday so much i celebrte it for the entire week. I have a scar on my hand that tells me right from left. I am pretty much amazing. Come see for yourself.