Every time I try and write this it ends up sounding like a lonely hearts advert, but here goes; I’m hopelessly in love with Bob Dylan, potentially the result of having an Irish Father and a hippy for a mother. These factors may also account for my sideways brain. I couldn't live without people to talk nonsense to, and those who do are kept very close to my heart.
I find it impossible to make decisions but you can ever be too laid back, can you? I'm a Northern sort of cynical, or a nice girl showered in insults (so I've been told), but secretly I like to think all that glitters is gold. My heart belongs mostly to the 60's and my head can usually be found in the clouds. Forever dreaming of a life of travel and adventures. In order to fuel these dreams I rarely say 'no' to people, this inclination leaves me eternally nocturnal. Everything to excess.
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