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Now who am I, who am I?
I'm a hopeless romantic, that's who I am.
My theory is that anyone who is normal is boring and therefore I have no normal people in my circles. It's the weirdness that is that little thing that makes someone unique, without weirdness we would probably die out of boredness
I believe true beauty comes from inside and can never be bought, yet I spend zillions of money on make up to make myself feel beautiful.
I can look for my phone for hours to then realize that I have had it in my hand for the whole time.
I'm always late, even when I've been sitting an hour doing nothing.
I love to read corny romantic novels/books and I always smile for hours when I'm done.
If I like a movie, I watch it at least four times more.
I believe in true love and that there is someone for you that you can be with forever, yet I don't think you can find that one until you are at least 50, because then you'll die before you get sick of them.
I think that if you want a relationship to work for a long time, you need to get away from each other at least one day every week, probably a lot more. Especially if you live together.
The word training makes me hungry
I believe 80 of the people in the world are bi. 20 are straight or gay. Although out of these 80 many won't find out and others may deny. But we are after all 6 milliards in the world, at least one of these milliards of the same gender could be a special someone.
I think the word feminist is bad, because it sounds like women should have power over men, so I believe in equalityist.
My friend once told me I would look less pale if I had a little rouge at some more places in the face, not only the cheeks. Of course I took her literally and if you look at my yearbook photo from that year you will se that my face is the colour of tomato and on top of that I had my hair coloured to red-orange.
When I was going to perform the song "whenever, whenever" by Shakira, I could only remember her crawling in the mud, so for the three minutes the song lasted I was laying on the floor, crawling. I didn't win.
When I was playing miniature golf with my brother I swung the club right up in my dear brother special area, not once but twice, by accident. He won't play golf with me anymore.
When I was younger I said I was engaged with Orlando Bloom and that I had an invisible ring on my finger.
When I was six years old my plan was to marry my best friend Tina, my half-sister's brother Adam and the little boy named Martin in kindergarten because I thought he was cute.
Now my plan is either to marry our old prime minister in vegas by Elvis and then lose him on dice or to stay thin get married with a rich man, continue to stay thin and pretty so he want leave me for a pretty little lamb, sleep with the gardner and poolboy and then when my man dies, I'll eat myself to death. And to learn twelve languages.
Cheers
Missfluffyrollercoaster
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