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so i’ve had my tumblr for a day or two, and i’ve already had some of my goodies reblogged, so i think it’s time to introduce myself.

i’m danielle, and i’m 22 years old. sometimes i feel much older, sometimes i feel much younger. i’m not feeling particularly creative at the moment, so let’s cut to the chase..fifteen random facts about me:

i have a job; the environment i work in varies from 31F to -10F. for some reason, i feel dirty looking at the tumblrs of people who are younger than me, even if they’re only like a year or two younger..inexplicable. i have a cat named pudgekins; she’s the sweetest thing ever and you’ll be seeing a lot of her if you care to follow me. i have a bottle collection that i keep in a bookcase; we call it the boozecase. i’m probably an alcoholic, but we have yet to determine that. we’ll count that with the boozecase fact, i guess. that picture up there; that was taken on easter last year, in my dad’s mini van, while i was wearing my dead fish necklace and the fedora that my bestest best vinny gave me for christmas a few months before. we were on our way to my gramma’s house. i miss her like crazy. mml<3. that’s a solid fact. two of my best friends are my parents, which is awkward, but awesome. i enjoy food quite a lot, and i’d be rich if my boyfriend and i didn’t frequent some of the best restaurants in the area. my boyfriend is mike. not to be confused with the two other mikes i’ve dated in my life. i think i’ve only dated three mikes. in any case, this mike is more solid than any of them, and he’s wonderful for his flaws, and i happen to like him a lot. i wish desperately that i had a family, which is something that i’ve always lacked; that’s a good explanation for why my parents are my best friends and for why i have an internet addiction. pixar makes me happy like nothing else does. i don’t party or anything, but i’m a party when i want to be. which is interesting, because only alcoholics think that it’s awesome to be alcoholics. i guess that’s another strike against me. i don’t start fights, and if you’re gonna wanna start one, this is not the place for you. trust me, if i wanted to start a fight, i’d ask my boyfriend to clean the garage. oh, that’s another thing. all those twenty-somethings who still live at home and don’t pay for their own groceries, car insurance, or anything like that? yea, i’m not one of them. i tend to move a lot, i lost count at like sixteen or something like that. i could think about it, but why? i’ve lived at my current apartment with my boyfriend for one year and six days as of this posting, which is impressive for me. and that’s fifteen facts.

if you want to know anything else about me, use my ask button ;p nothing about me is a true secret, it’s just that nobody asks the right questions. :]

edit: that should have been one year and sixTEEN days. i moved in with him the day i got back from my business trip to texas, which if i remember correctly, was march 1st. if i really want to remember, i just have to look at my dad’s fridge..he kept my schedule from that week, like he misses me or something lolz. but anyways. one year and six days (from this date of posting) is how long my boyfriend and i have officially been together. sorry for any confusion (not like anyone cares ;p).