Erin

Picking my nose and eating it.Gesturing grandly with my hands while talking.Walking (but not while chewing gum, that's an accident in the making).Art I can draw it, paint it, cut it, paste it, rip it, tear it, ink it, think it, shade it.Sweepstakes, it's the little old lady in me.Blogging, i'm an ATTENTION whore, LOOK HERE LOOK LOOK!!Gym, dem bastards got cable & I have a reason to stare in the mirror for 2 hours.Dancing, There is nothing like getting on the floor and letting out all that steam and stress, pent up aggresion and emotional turmoil.Swings, cause sometimes you need to feel the wind in your hair.Driving to nowhere, getting there is 1/2 the fun.Laughing, one of those deep belly laughs that make others laugh.Ice Cream, but remember unless accompanied by pie - VANILLA SUCKS.The Beach, reveling in the ancient sound of land meeting sea.The smell of art supplies, SNIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF mmm smells like tranquility.Dog Hiccups, they look so damned confused when they have them.Reading, I can feel the power of my brain expanding!Cooking, come on into my kitchen, i'll feed ya.