this is my city. be jealous.
i want to: become someone someday, move more times than i can count, meet as many interesting individuals as possible, travel until my body cannot take it any more.i like:
music that makes you feel, art, honesty, genuineness, scary movies, rocking out, being sarcastic, being a smartass, laying under the sky, sleeping until the crack of noon, practical jokes, laughing, long walks and short talks, the itch of the sun's heat on my skin, messy beds, drawing all night, staying up for days just to see how long you can go without sleep, stream of thought journal writing, stupid jokes, inteligent conversations, dark hair, light eyes, shy smiles, afternoon naps, long car rides, short poems that make you think
i don't like:
bullshit, drama, liars, bitches, unreliability, hypocrites, bad drivers, annoying techno music, bad "yo yo yo" rap
