I am very unladylike. I have bruises and cuts all over my body.
I don't care for crossing my legs.
I do wish I was born with some sort of British elegance though. Or is that a generalisation? I do hate generalisations. It's difficult to talk to me because of that, I think.
Or probably, it's just difficult to talk to me altogether.
In a very odd mood tonight. Luckily I made a step towards altering it, and now I'm heading out!
I also played with my nephew for the first time today. I made him laugh and chuckle. It was really cute to watch his dimples appear and him scrunching up his eyes. Maybe I ain't so bad with kids. He started crying when I held him (for the first time, too). But my aunt said it was because he wanted to drink milk. She was probably just being kind.
I appreciate it when people are kind.