Marcel

And the random thoughts begin:I have obsessions... secret obessions, shameful obessions. Of all periods of classical music, I prefer the romantic period and early 20th century. I refuse to make my bed. A perfect connection with someone is when not a word has to be spoken, but everything is understood. You know, "we could talk and not talk for hours and still find things to not talk about." Every now and then it hits me that I miss CA and my family. I really enjoy highly textured music. I'm really bad with names, dates, time, history, and Proper Nouns. Extreme-tangential conversation wtih witty banter is refreshing. I tend to underestimate and overestimate when in my favor without realizing it. I prefer my music on random--the juxtaposition of certain songs playing sequentially makes me smile inside. I enjoy all things designed and appreciate the process involved. I cant wait to drink a corona on the stoop. I'm so excited that I can say I have a stoop. I inadvertently and consistently say stupid shit. I'm guilty of laughing at the wrong time. I don't like doing the dishes... I'd rather cook. I've just discovered that I know all the lyrics to R. Kelly's Ignition. I don't like to embellish, makes me feel awkard. I feel guilty reading fiction.