Johanna W.

My name is Hanna, I'm 21, study to be an emergency medical technician, and I don’t know how to cry pretty. Erhmergerd. No worries. I mostly smile and usually it’s with spinach between my teeth. Or liquorice. Or a cupcake.

I’m always dreaming of good hair days, because they never happen. I should come with a warning label: I will re-decorate your house if you leave me alone in it. There. You’ve been warned fair and square. xo.

Don’t talk to me until I have had my energy mud in the morning. I don’t care if it tastes like motor oil. I need it. Until then, my eyes glaze over. I am not fit to discuss matters with. No really. Stand back. Or prepare for the stink eye. Sometimes I have the attention span of a cocker spaniel puppy.

I dislike close up mirrors. I feel like I’m looking through binoculars at Jurassic Park.

I have psychic abilities. I know what you are doing right now. You are reading this page. I’m smart like that.

Oh and I’m an excellent singer and dancer. When I’m alone. Then. And only then.