So. My name's Sue. I’m sure you already got that one,
though.
I'm kind of a bitch. It's part of my charm.
The Format is, and forever will be my favorite band.
Nate Ruess is my idea of a good time.
Justin Pierre dedicated a song to me at Warped Tour.
I'm pretty much the coolest kid ever.
"The future freaks me out."
I have an irrational fear of freeways, though
I love driving.
I hate calling people. I will not call you unless you rock
my fucking world. Answering the phone is a
whole other issue.
I'm a text message whore. Seriously. 1000 plus a day.
It’s disgusting.
I'm 21. And quite enjoying the entertainment alcohol
gives me. ((blue vodka
I love the snow. Aaaaand I cannot wait until it gets cold.
There is nothing like sitting on your porch
in the middle of a blizzard having a cigarette.
Or holding hands in snowy weather. Or driving.
I really want to get out of this town. I just need to
find a reason to leave.
I'm basically completely sick of everything and hate
everyone. In general. Yes, I hate you.
"You can count your friends, but you can’t count on them."
Story of my young life.
I don’t have a best friend. They're overrated. Friends,
in general are overrated. I seriously have
like two really good friends. And I still
wouldn't tell them my life story.
For Ed:
"Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them,
or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up
girl who's lookin' for my own piece of mind; don't
assign me yours." Rationally think about the things that
went on in the past year. Then get back to me.
I'm really, really bad at paying bills. Spending money
makes me angry.
I ruin relationships. You don’t even have to talk to me.
"Hey, do you know Sue?" "Yeah. We hung out,
like, once in tenth grade." "Seriously?
I hate you. We’re never talking again."
I have this weird obsession with camping. Seriously.
Let’s go. Now.
I incredibly miss my time in Niagara Falls. I'm compiling
this boring list, and wishing that I had reason to
be hanging out in Niagara Falls. I'd be lying if
I said there wasn’t a certain reason that I miss the
Falls. Whatever. I don’t even miss that place.
I miss the idea of what it once held.
I love to hate Tops.
I hate my job. A lot. Like, a lot a lot.
But, a bitch needs to pay her bills.
I never have the weekends off. Its probably for the
best. I'd depress myself being as boring as I normally
am on the weekend. Work is just my excuse to pretend
to have a life.
I have a love/hate relationship with the internet.
I'll spend 12 hours on it one day, and won't return for
another three weeks.
Sleeping is the new sex.
Sleeping. I have the hardest time, ever, falling asleep,
but once I am sleeping, I'll sleep forever if
you'll let me. Really. Text me at like six am.
I'm still awake.
I call myself a whore a lot. I'm not. Chances are you'll
never get any form of 'satisfaction' from me,
contrary to what you may believe.
I hate showering. I'm not that gross, I swear. I'd just
rather waste my time on something better.
I enjoy badly photoshopping silly pictures of people I
like.
I like to laugh a lot. Usually at other people's expense,
but whatever.
Terese is my reason for living. Well, not really, I
just wanted to bring Terese into this list.
She does like them clean shaven. And I am pleading the
fifth.
I hate cuddling. And hand holding. Pretty much any form
of touching is not my thing. ((I suppose I take this
back. Inconceivably, holding hands with a boy I like
won't necessarily make me vomit. Much.))
I have a silly obsession with lyrics. And apparently
I recite them incessantly in a "weird, monotonous voice."
I guess I kill songs.
If chapstick wasn't an inadament object, it would be
my boyfriend.
I'm quite long winded, as if you couldn’t tell from
this list of nothingness.
