Sophia DeadBeat

make yourself comfortable...ill make some dip
Im in love with the idea of romance and sincerity.
Unfortunately alot people lack both of these qualities.
I hate how 'ya' is used instead of 'you' to demote the intensity of a statment. Im guilty of doing it.
If I say I love you. I mean it. Love to me is respect and awe and this other thing that I can't quite get my head around..I love few people. But I don't use the 'l' word when I don't mean it- that is something that annoys me alot.
I believe few compliments- Its an insecurity thing. Im super insecure- fishing for compliments is a pet hate of mine. I wont bite.
I hate my personal space being invaded, I hate people I don't give permission, touching me. If I let you touch me- its a big thing. I have to feel completely comfortable to let you near me, or to let you know alot of things about me. I wish I wasnt that way and it makes things difficult for those that care about me. but slowly Im learning..
I have alot of things about me that not many people know. But again, I have these stories that I love to tell. I love a good story teller.
I used to live on lollies and cigarettes and treated myself badly, I was destructive and I lost alot of things- both physical and personal, that I cant get back. I was tarnished for a long while- but am carefully polishing myself back up to a shiny Sophia.
Im determined to be something. Im not talking money and fame- but something Im proud about. Something to leave behind that people might appreciate.
I love art and photography- I love anythign that encaptures one tiny second in time and stretches it out to this tangible and livable thing.
I used to need people around me all the time. I love people- in their own individual form, but human beings in general are fucked. For a while I hated people and wanted nothign to do with them. I was happy wrapped up in my own depression... Now Im finding a compromise.
Im secure enough in myself to stand alone in public. I dont care if people think Im unpopular.But in the same regards, I dont wear the unpopular tag like its some cool fad.
I hate it when people tell me to smile. I think its rude.
I love sharing a bed with someone your into- and it isnt even in a sexual way. Just being comfortable enough to sleep with someone, actually sleep, is perfect.
I have a low tolerance for people back stab- its a horrible trait.
I hve taken alot of shit from people. It was only from people I didn't want to lose from my life forever... the reality was, they were going to go anyhow..
I was once told i am a required taste. I didn't know how to take it.
I'm trying to slow down my drinking because it sent me on a down ward spiral for a while. Its not me and I want to be just me right now.
i love people with a passion. I love talking to some one with a dream and their eyes light up and you know they have got something. I love people who get up after they fall down- its so admirable.
LIKES:
- The sea- one day Im gong to be a pirate and set sail...
- Waking up at 4.15am and realising I have at least 3 more glorious hours sleep.
- Correct grammar, despite my lack of punctuation.
- Spooning...
- Candy stores
- Hiding in awkward spaces and jumping out to frighten people.
- Designing and building my own guacamole', with at least 3 layers of goodness
- Burger Haven, mainly because it has a jukebox with 'Mr Boombastic" by Shaggy on it...(for future reference- its code is C1)...
- The game 'Pokey", where one person tests how many small confined, and potentially, awkward places they can fit into- suitcases, boxes, cupboards etc.
- Bon Jovi
- Iccees, slushies and frozen cokes.
- Asian Convienience stores.
- Sleeping on the floor.
- Being upside down
- Pikes.
- Having clean feet and hands.
- Bunnies.
DISLIKES:
- People who incorrectly use z's where an s should be.
- Goats.
- Waiting for cabs.
- Bitches, ho's and wenches
- Having a sweet blow dry and then walking outside on a windy day.
- Furry teeth.
- Boost chocolate bars and chocolate crackles.
- Do it yourself car washes
- Smashed glass.
- Drying the dishes.
- My mother, most days.
- when the Burger HAvne jukebox eats my money and it doesn't play "Mr Boombastic"...