PimpMyArea.com ------Things I enjoy------ Playing footsies before I fall asleep, staring at myself in the mirror, jumping in puddles when It's raining, cleaning house in my underwear, eating food that I didn't have to cook, putting on a clean pair of jeans, doing ballet when no one's looking, saying things that make people feel awkward, talking to my cats like they're people, telling my sisters they are bitchy whore, but then reassuring them that I love them, playing dress up just because I can, walking outside half-naked and barefooted right after it's snowed, holding hands, the feeling of freshly shaved legs on clean sheets, the smell of my moms house at dinner time, smoking a bowl with my brother and having the deepest conversations, accidentally hearing my parents saying sweet thing to each other, being outside on a sunny, breezy day, skinny dipping with my friends, drinking so much wine that I laugh hysterically, smoking a cigarette after a satisfying round of sex, falling asleep wrapped in blankets with the thermostat turned low, making love at random times in random places, listening to the Eagles and singing as loud as I can, shopping with hardly any money, trying on shoes I could never afford, writing poems when Im sad, listening to the rain fall, the smell of the air when the season is changing, rearranging my living room, opening presents, reading the back of a cereal box in the morning when Im still half asleep, the smell of freshly cut grass and/or saw dust, being greasy and nasty from helping the guys work on cars, watching the waves hit the beach in the moonlight from our rooms balcony, crying alone for no good reason, learning something new. ------Things I hate------ Finishing a romance novel, confrontation, getting yelled at, accidentally grabbing my boyfriends DP and taking a big drink, FISH, SPIDERS, coming home to a dirty house, drinking tap water, swimming in the ocean, not matching, eating roast, meatloaf or stew, messing up the nails I just painted, putting my jeans on and realizing they don't fit anymore, reality TV, monkeys, bratty children, being told Im wrong when Im so obviously right, the brown chip things in Ghardettos, the smell of sulfur, anticipating something to eat in the fridge and It not being there, falling asleep with lights on, riding in the car with my brother driving, washing dishes, soggy french fries, whiney girls, hearing somebody talk shit about Zeppelin, breaking up, burning myself, thinking about the fact that no matter what I do the world will never be a better place.
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