Tya. twenty-six. California born & raised. London living. Homeward bound. Wife to the boy (27.09.09 ♥). In the very near future I shall be a mommy to-be. independent to the nth degree. codependent in the love stakes. mixed roots. yellow skin & masses of curls. bitch-slapping cancer. slicker than your average. intellectual pursuits. Multilingual bookworm. my sunny disposition masks a biting wit and a sharp tongue. cutting when provoked. in short, I smile like an angel & curse like a sailor. outspoken. opinionated and often misunderstood. I have many layers – you’ll never see them all. I misbehave. explicit mind. freak to the fullest. laughter rules my soul. bright, bitchy, generous, strong. gainfully employed in the world of interiors; steadily striving for my dreams. I work hard and play ten times harder. my bed is love. film addict, MAC junkie, louboutin lover, music aficionado. I love therefore I am loved. I live for him, for my family and for my friends. love me or hate me, you’ll never change me.


note this: I use big words recurrently and unrepentedly (oh look, there’s two); I write explicitly about myself and my fiancé, I am a frequent user of profanity. online drama sickens me (log off & take a nap you simple bastard); I’m random and I bites my tongue for no man and certainly no woman. piss me off & you’ll get cut - period. If we talk, then you’ll see me (picturewise); if not, suck me & keep it moving. the inet is an outlet for me and I enjoy meeting new folk on here. I am an adult and expect the readers of my journal to act as such. I reserve the right to cuss, vent, bitch & moan. don’t e-stalk me, it ain’t cute and I know you have better things with which to occupy your time. got a question, ask it.