I love cats, but I'm allergic to them.
I have a birthmark that looks like a tattoo from afar, but it's really a bunch of...warts...I think.
I have an undying interest in Japanese culture. I want to learn Japanese, despite what people say about it being hell to learn.
My "diet downfalls" are bread, chocolate, and Pepsi.
I must have 3 elements before I go to bed effectively--a nightlight, music, and Jericho, my stuffed dog.
When daylight savings time ends, my nightlight turns on at 4pm. That's because I'm deathly afraid of the dark.
Bright lights annoy me. Hence, I never have on my main light, even though it's only 40 watts.
I'm pretty feminine, but I will belch shamelessly if I know you well enough, and I will swear like a sailor if my nail breaks.
Bugs scare the holy shit out of me, especially when one lands on me.
I don't care for celebrities. The way I see it is that they're not giving me any money, so whodafuck cares?
I do not have a New York accent.
I taught myself HTML when I was 16. I used lissaexplains.com and funky-chickens.com to help me on the way.
I had a crush on my best friend in high school. I never told her.
When I was younger, I had to go to occupational therapy for poor hand-eye coordination. It didn't work.
The longest I've ever stayed up was from 10am Saturday morning, to 10pm Sunday night. During that time, I went without eating from noon Saturday till 8pm Sunday. I vow to never do that again.
I have a nasty temper, but no one has pissed me off so badly that I beat the shit outta them...yet.
I've had writer's block for three years. Those were the longest three years of my life, I tell you.
I make up lyrics to video game music and smooth jazz.
I lost about 65 pounds in 2 years.
I break out in random song in public. Oops.
Yes, I listen to smooth jazz, a great alternative to the shit known as rap.
I can remember most of my dreams. I have one reoccurring that features a very large red-haired, green-eyed man named Banjo Boulder (do not ask. Seriously. Do not.) Apparently, Banjo's symbolism for PGILF, or "Perfect Guy I'd Like to Fuck."
When I say that Diet Pepsi tastes like dishwashing liquid, I can safely say what dishwashing liquid tastes like! When I was younger, I used to blow bubbles with a straw. One day, I was curious, so instead of blowing a bubble, I sipped some of the soapwater. Burned the shit out my throat. That showed me!
I have a very dirty mind. It's so dirty that I have to hide everything that I've written from my mom because if she ever found them, I'd be in some deep shit.
I always talk about drinking alcohol, but true be told, I drink all of once a year, if that.
Crestfallen is the 3-year-old site of a sarcastic 20-something natural-born New Yorker who goes by the name Nat Marie most days, but answers to many other things, including Shadow, Chickenhead, and "Hey Bitch!". She has a love for writing, performing arts, and cats (albeit allergic to them). You will find love, life, and a lot of writing and sarcasm sprinkled in. Enjoy.
