While I find it difficult to talk about myself, disillude.com has become a personal domain, so I feel I should probably give it a shot. I'm twenty-nine, naturally blonde, an only child, five nine, falling falling falling, a veterinary technician, antisocial, addicted to nodding toys, living in Arizona, underpaid, in need of a massage, recently graduated, an amatuer photographer, overworked, and feeling butterflies in my stomach every time I turn the proverbial corner. I wear silver jewelry, China flats, silly t-skirts, vanilla and fruit scents, no mascara, and contacts. I was once told that I am intelligent, sometimes witty, occasionally photogenic, and, at one time, I was someone's concept of perfection.

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