im fun. i have a one-year-old and a four-year-old (!!!!). they are both absolutely amazing. and funny and cute.
i love lists. i love being organized.
i love popping my neck. my back doesn't pop. i like to pop my thumbs, and one of my toes, too.
when i was a kid, i loved cherry pie filling. whenever my family would order pizza for dinner, my sister would eat the cheese topping, and i would eat the crust. i love carbs.
valentine's day is my absolute favorite holiday, whether i'm single or in a relationship. i love love, and i love the idea of love.
i love cleaning and organizing and vacuuming, but i hate dusting. i also hate making the bed.
i hate liars. i don't understand lies. i can't comprehend why someone wouldn't just tell the truth. "i didn't want to hurt you" is a bullshit cowardly answer. lies are what hurt people. sure, the truth can hurt, but its a lot easier than being lied to.
i am a very black and white person - to a fault. and for that, i am truly sorry.
i hate cowards. i deserve better. i love staying in hotel rooms. probably too much.
i love mornings, and i love saturdays. i love watching the sun rise, and i love watching the sun set. i love thunderstorms - as long as i don't have to go outside.
i don't understand people who aren't straightforward and honest and open.
i love when strangers, acquaintances, or anyone really, gives me a compliment when i need it the most.
i love the color black, and i love wearing black. i have recently discovered a color called "pink".
i don't like feeling regret. i love martinis. i love listening to the blues and rap music. and really any music, live.
i love movies. i collect dvds and shot glasses. i can't name my favorite movies because there are way too many. i love all types of movies. old movies are probably my favorite.
i love talking. i talk a lot. i love telling stories, and most of my stories are usually pointless. i frequently change topics mid-sentence. i sometimes forget what i was going to say in the first place.
i hate capital letters.
if i won the lottery, i would first buy a car. then maybe some clothes. then i'd invest the rest and/or put it in savings. i care more about cars than i do about clothes and shopping and other stereotypically girly things. i'd rather go to a car show than to the mall.
i have an extreme fear of abandonment. i love croutons.
i hate fake people. i hate the word "hate". i love just sitting with a friend talking and having drinks or dinner. i love sharing stories. as much as i love talking, i love listening, too. you might just have to speak up, or i'll go on and on and on and on and on.
i love strangers (in a non-creepy way).
most people don't believe that i really am shy. maybe my constant talking is a huge front for my shyness and insecurity. maybe i should just slow down and chill :) maybe you should just leave if you don't like me.
disclaimer: not everything i've written is 100% accurate. names have been changed to protect the innocent. everything is based upon a true incident, but sometimes details have been altered.although i recently discovered i might actually like shopping a bit more than i'll ever admit. i love q-tips.
