Things I am:
Too loud. I have a tendency to shout if I get excited. Or make a ridiculous noise to express my delight.
Too messy. Only since I've been back at my parents though. My flat was always pristine when I lived alone. Therefore I blame the teenage rebellious mentality that comes with a return to the faimly home.
Too talkative. I talk. A lot. But only if I really like you. I have a lot to say for myself. At least 2% of which is highly valuable information.
Too excitable. See above. I get really excited by trivial things that I think are ace. A picture of a piglet in a bowler hat is just one example.
Too crude (but only in private). I am a fan of the innuendo. I am not ashamed.
Too daft. Stupid jokes, daft little songs, rubbish animal impressions. These are all part of my repertoire. But I do have a serious side. I'm not just a silly little girl. I'm a grown woman who just appreciates a bit of daftness now and again.
I am all of the above.
But you know what? I'm ok with that. There are far far worse things that I could be.
