On a hot Thursday, July 20th of 1992 to be exact, at 1:03 PM, a young
woman gave birth to a ten pound baby girl. She couldn't think of
anything else for this little girl, so she named her Aliea Rose.
As a kid, I was different from all the others. I knew how to say my
alphabet in French when I was just a year old, I was perfectly capable
of taking pictures like I was a professional, and I would sit in my
carseat and sing to the Beastie Boys as loud as I could at just three
years old. Needless to say, I'm no different now.
I'm seventeen, a freshman with few friends and virtually no life other
than my cell phone, my bed, my xbox, and being a stoner. My mom is my
best friend, and I'm somewhat of a hippie. But you know what? I'm
perfectly content with it all. I like the way I am, and that's really
all that matters. Maybe I'm not the thinnest or the best-looking, but
my personality is enough to blow your mind.
I don't eat meat, mainly because I think it's disgusting. If you gave
me a bag of cucumbers, I'd eat them every day without a complaint. I'm
against abortion, and I'm all for world peace.
When I graduate, I'm looking forward to enrolling in beauty school to
be a cosmetologist, or art school to become a tattoo artist, because
makeup and art are the two things I'm good at other than pwning your
ass in Saint's Row 2.
I'm terrified of love. I felt it once, and I ended up getting my heart
stomped on. I'm quite sensitive, and I take breakups very personally.
But, I'm not a bad girlfriend. I'm very hands-on and affectionate. I
love cuddling and hugging, snuggling under blankies and watching
movies. I don't lie, and I don't cheat. I'm clingy, but I'm very
loving. So, the answer is yes, I'm single.
Holy shit, this is probably the longest and BEST about me I've ever
written. I tend to be horrible with endings though. So, if you dare to
take the risk, leave me a comment. Ask me questions, tell me stories,
write me songs, draw me pictures, because I'm all ears.