I'm optimistic when it comes to other people's lives. Not so much when it involves my own.

Though I only have a few, I hold my friends near and dear.

Apparently I've been reading myself blind.

I enjoy spending my time pondering upon things in life.

I'm a bit of a dimwit at heart, though I try to hide it.

My passion is photography and ballroom dancing.

And apparently I'm a lipstick and a lip gloss; like the new glossy lipstick!! Glossy Lipstick Lesbian!

Oh! And there's a likely chance that my death will occur from my attempts of having a jaguar as a house pet.

How do you know my dimwitted inexperience isn't really a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to maneuver myself within any given situation?