I love to be woken up with a kiss. I wish cake went straight to my boobs. I didn’t text you, vodka texted you. My mind says I’m in my twenties, my body says yeah, you wish. If I’m not barefooted, then I’m overdressed. I’m a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in my eyes. My beliefs don’t make me a better person, my behavior does. I love to drive too fast. I believe the best nicknames are the ones people don’t know they have. I know when to give up and have a vodka and tonic. I know it’s going to be a good story when it starts with “You aren’t going to f@@king believe this but…”. I’m sure that I was meant to be a rock star.
Can I be any more random than that?