Hi. I’m Irene. I’m twenty two years old but sometimes I forget and think I’m twenty one still. Twenty one is a prettier number. I hear that I neither look nor act my age. I’m an unemployed third year graphic design student who spends her grocery money on beer. I’m a stereotypical Virgo, if you believe in that kind of shit.

This is my face:

I’m a brat and a princess and a bitch. It’s actually a really attractive combination of traits to have in a human being and it’s gotten me this far, so I’m going to keep doing that I guess.