So people call me Jess. I like things such as; Horses, Buffy, Harry Potter, animal activism, daydreaming through talking to myself, making up alternate lives before bed and Princess my Dalmatian.
I’m a girl by the way. Brown hair, brown eyes, quite plain really.
I never have any luck with guys - they have a hard time dealing with the fact that I love my horse more than I love my own breath, and i’d rather spend 2 minutes with Bundy than a whole night with a boy.
I never understand how anything in the world works. Like, ever, I think most of it is completely stupid and uncalled for.
I just don’t know how to say it enough, I completely love horses, they’re just so amazing and I completely adore them. I only started riding early in 2011, so other people have like 10 years on me, but I don’t care. I’m going to make it somewhere with this - I refuse to believe I can love something this much, and have nothing to show for it. I used to get freaked out at a trot, and now I can’t wait for an open paddock to gallop around in.
I bought him on December 4th 2011. We’re going great; he loves jumping - his name is Bundy, he’s a 16hh Warmblood and I adore him.
Princess is my bubby girl, I call her my cutiepatootie!
She has some serious fear aggression towards other dogs, but we’re saving for a trainer to help her get over that fear - I think i’ll cry when I see her playing with another dog, and not trying to eat it.
I hate people my age. I find them stupid, boring and repetitive.
I enjoy listening to depressing music on repeat, it helps me to sleep without panic attacks. Don’t ask how that works cause i’m not exactly sure.
When people are having a tortured soul moment, they do not expect you to say something if it’s going to be completely stupid. If you don’t know what to say, don’t say anything.
I’m the sort of girl that loves her best friends, and friends, and that being said, if I meet somebody and we become friends even just for the day, I love you. I love all my friends, doesn’t matter how long i’ve known you for. I love spoiling people, that’s probably got something to do with it.
I really love cuddles, kisses, snuggles, and hands running down the small of my back (i’m very sensitively ticklish there). I enjoy compliments but I can never believe them. I don’t comprehend personal space very well, & neither does my best friend, so you’ll have to forgive me if i’m constantly inviting you to absolutely everything we think of doing. I’m weird, i’m spastic, i’m loud, I can’t sing but I do anyway, I can’t dance either but I do anyway, I love my dogs, I love my cat, I want to be in the country, I do not enjoy ooeygooey boys that are always holding your hand and getting into my personal bubble and doing that whole “staring into your eyes like I couldn’t breathe without you”. I realise a lot of relationships are like that, but there’s a line between being in love with someone and looking at them like you’re going to have a literal fucking heart attack if you were 1cm apart.
I don’t like people following a path in life because everybody else is on the same one.
I’m in Sydney, Australia - so if you’re awesome and you live here, drop me a line