My name is Emily. I am attempting to beat the crap out of my quarter life crisis.
I am horribly quiet and shy unless around people I know or have ingested alcohol. In said cases I become very gregarious and an amazing dancer.
I fully admit that I am a plain Jane, which puts me in excellent literary company – Jane Eyre, the second Mrs. de Winter, etc. Thus, if I become a fictional character, I will no doubt marry a wealthy older man who loves me madly but has emotional issues due to his previous wife.
Among other things, I attempt to bake, cook, knit, embroider, and cross stitch. One day I will make a fat, sweater-wearing man very happy.