Jessica

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Things I like. Musical theater. Singing. Routine craziness. Dancing. Good friends. Choreography. Nicknames & hand motions. Freckles. Napping. Acting. Traveling. People watching. Eskimo kisses & bear hugs. Silent laughter. Lazy Saturdays. Getting all dolled up with no place to go. The feeling of sand between my toes. Pink. Inside jokes. Stretching. Sunflowers. Red lipstick. Hot showers on cold mornings. Deep sleep. Long strands of pearls. Exfoliating. Opening Night. Pet names. Costume parties. Girl talks. Playing in the rain. Halava. Fashion. Taking bubble baths in the dark. German wine. Surprise cups. Fireworks. Slippers. Mascara. Cuddling & spooning. California rye bread. Sky lights. Jewelry boxes that play music. Nooks & crannies. Mint conditioner that makes your scalp tingle. Eating cookie dough with a spoon. Love.
"We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever."
Not so much. Bad hair days. Blisters. Nylon and Vinyl. Having to pee the second there is no bathroom in sight. Styes. Monotone lectures. Pins and needles. Runny noses. Spiders. Lurkers in really inconvenient, hard to cover places. Hiccups that burn. When people relentlessly crack every bone in their body. Watching my weight. Drama. Slow internet connections. Public speaking. Wedgies. Filling in bubbles on scantron sheets. Things that clash. When the bottom sheet on your bed gets all crumpled up leaving those really annoying wrinkle lines all over your body. 8 am classes. Thunder and lightening. Bubble tea. Public amenities. Roller coasters. Chlorine. The smell of gasoline when I have nothing in my stomach. Broken nails. Dull pencils. Cigarettes and cigars. Cranberry juice and chocolate stains. Untied shoe laces. Sweating. Hungarian mosquitoes. When my eyelashes twitch. Burping and the like. The rats behind the dinning hall. Roommates. When people keep up their Christmas decorations until July. Bumble bees. Sunburns. Static electricity. Ignorance.
Love?