my name is portia (poor-sha). nineteen and far too young to be living on my own in new york city. some days I choose to act my age and other days I don't, I despise the idea of being a grown-up. not necessarily single but not necessarily taken by a boy I call foster. I hate trying to explain myself to people, I'd rather talk to you about the universe and exchange life stories. I like to keep everyone laughing and whenever I have the chance I go hiking. my year revolves around the summertime when I can travel around the country going to music festivals. I believe life is better barefoot. I enjoy gin and I enjoy drinking it with my friends, my closest of which are always boys. I have a lot of skeletons in the closet. I enjoy nature, picking flowers, pretty clothing and my ever-growing book collection. my nose stuck is always stuck in a book. I've been in show business since I was a child, but someday I plan to run away to travel around the world and pursue wildlife documentary work. all I really want in life is someone who'll smoke joints and dance around to the oldies station with me. I live an endless adventure. I have no interest in following the rules. I'm happiest when I'm in the sunshine.