her: I am absolutely terrified of losing you
him: why?
her: because...you're the only person that makes sense in my life right now.

I laughed; this does not make me a bad person.

so funny. I would have emptied my pockets for him!

things I like vs. things I do not.

I like:

surprise smiles.
hugs for no reason at all
finding beauty in the most unexpected places
holding hands
names like "johnson", "dick" and "peter"
moods that end in "ppy"
people that play red rover in the pit
bunny hoppers
my dogs
green tea
playing with fire (but I pretend it's because I'm romantic, not because I'm a pyromaniac.)
getting my shoes dirty (but I pretend it's by accident.)
ponies and glue (but not if the glue is made from ponies, that's not cool.)
I like to stand outside in the middle of storms and pretend I control the weather.
anti-normal
christopher walken
cupcakes.

I do not like:

fish; they kinda scare me, I don't like their eyes and they smell bad.
black and blue lies; lies in general are bad, but the ones that hurt are the worst.
the jonas brothers
diets
goodbyes; 'see you laters' are ok
drama, especially online...if you cant say anything nice...
stinky tofu
poodles; they're usually so needy, and they smell like thrift stores. *
teenagers with no manners; I hate this trend of bad attitudes.
snow when I should have rain.

that's all, for now.



*there are always exceptions; I met two incredibly decent poodles since I posted this. I was generalizing of course.

ohh, it's got that fresh new blog smell.

this is my new home.

in a nutshell:

I plan on updating only whenever I feel like it, which may be once in a while, or everyday, or several times a day on especially interesting/neurotic/emo/bored days.

I do not however, plan to give any of my friends this link, or even inform them of my new little patch of internet. -- INSTEAD, I think I will just sit back, and see what randoms wander into my little journal. new people make me smile. also, I feel like maybe this place can keep my secrets, at least a few of them.

in the heat of the moment, I ramble on endlessly in cryptic babble that only makes sense to myself, and the person(s) spinning whatever web I may be caught in at the time. don't try to make sense of it. I tangle my emotions into knots that even a boy scout couldn't top. it's best to just take what you can, match the puzzle pieces to the holes in your picture, and hope you're not forcing it.

this is for my own enjoyment.