My name is Olivia.
Incessant list of personal details:
I live in the soul-sucking suburbs of Southern California (soon-to-be resident of Santa Cruz.) I’m an aspiring entomologist. I speak (mostly inappropriate) French. My sense of humor sucks and I’m the most affectionate misanthrope you’ll ever meet. I’m a former state champion cross country runner. I rollerskate, I fall on my face. I’m highly outspoken. My socks never match. I drink at least 7 cups of coffee a day. I sure cry a lot. I really like scars and freckles and imperfect smiles. I make funny noises when I encounter dogs. I grow attachments to material objects. I’m no good at dancing or singing, and I happen to love dancing and singing. I’m lousy at remembering, and even worse at forgetting. My hair has been every color of the rainbow. I like watching ghost shows and deep-sea documentaries. I fluctuate between being overly ambitious and utterly useless.
*Note: I am highly appreciative of the human body, including in its natural/naked state. Point is, I post naked bodies, I post women with body hair. You are not required to accept this, just as you are not required to follow or view my blog.