Post by Inconnu on Jul 13, 2010 0:10:25 GMT -5
The name is Echo Dean Dawtry
You should never ask a woman her age....but since you asked so nicely, 24
Last time I checked I was a girl
Scraping 5'1" baby!!!! I think I've grown recently.
What do I look like? Well, I'm short, really short. And unfortunately I also have a huge butt. Other than that I'm rather thin (that's my way of saying I have no boobs). I have black hair, I keep it cut above my shoulders (it's ridiculously thick I have no other choice)and even still it always seems to be in my face. My eyes look like one big pupil because my irises are so dark. I have a fairly angular face and big eyes. I'm usually wearing jean shorts (I have to cut most of my jeans because they never fit me....they are always WAY too long) and a t-shirt. I don't mind dressing up, but I think I'd rather be in a t-shirt. If you ever see me in my spare time I'll probably be carrying around my old sketch book and I usually have a pencil tucked behind my ear. O I have a birthmark on my thigh....but you probably didn't need to know that.
Personality huh? Big. I have a lot of it. It scares some people I think. O, I am blunt too. I generally say what I think, which sometimes isn't the nicest thing to say but what can ya do. People generally shy away from me and I don't really mind. I like people, don't get me wrong, I just would rather them stay at least a half mile away for the most part. There are those few people who I could be around all the time, but that's a story for another day. I wouldn't say I'm giggly, but I'm easily amused. When people do dumb things I laugh at them, when people are embarassed, I laugh at them, when people trip and fall face first into a pile of manure, I laugh at them. I'm trying to learn to be a bit more sensative, I'll let you know if it works. I love horses, probably the only reason I came to this small town at all. They don't mind my insanity at all. I love the rain, I love to sing (and dang I suck at it too) and I love horses!! (thought I'd reiterate.)
I was born in a big city. Pick one, any one, they're all the same. My dad was a drunk, my mom was a sob story, and I was, well to put it lightly, a punk. I did loads of fairly terrible things and was sent to a corrections center way out in the country. That was probably the best thing that could ever happen to me. I was 15 when that happened. I learned to love horses there, and to treat them with respect. I found out I had a certain knack for training horses and have been doing that ever since. I helped at that ranch until I was about 20 when I moved to a small town. I met the most lovely man there and my life was going great. But good things never last and I had to move. I assumed a clean break would be easiest and I haven't seen or talked to him for 4 years. Well cute story huh? Here I am and hopefully to stay. If you have any questions feel free to ask....I'll be around.