I am trying to avoid the enivitable Myspace cliche' here so work with me..
Stream Of Consciousness- the flow of thoughts in the conscious mind, The full range of thoughts which one can be aware can form the content of this stream, not just verbally expresses unedited, spontaneous monologues, intended to recreate the raw experience of life.
You coudn't even imagine lol.
I'm a total goofball.
I enjoy existing and would like to think that my role to do so is a good idea.
Music is my hobby.
I have little to no control over what falls out of my mouth and into your ears.
I think hoverround comercials are hillarious.
I have no known talents.
I'm rather fond of my boyfriend.
Life's really vivid for me, or I'm more sensitive than the average bear
(Yes I just made a Yogi bear Reff. -what?)
My thought process is like everything in its entirety being crammed into a cannon and f***ing me in the face at 1000 miles per second all while dealing with whatever the given preoccupation of my mind is at that moment...it has a calming effect
I hate Metallica.
I get nervous if there isn't any music playing.
I'm annoyed by video cameras screwed to walls in the way that most people are scared of spiders.
I find myself more often than not, traveling at a pretty consistant emotional speed and I don't think I've ever been genuinely angry in my life.
Please don't ever give me the benifit of offending you -It's just my sense of humor.
I think that the desert is amazing and the beach is sandy and dumb.
I'm entirely overwhelmed by the crazy shit I've seen that people are capable of.
Empathy rules my opinion most of the time.
Maybe I care too much or maybe I'm just an elitist bitch.
My short-term memory blows.
Wow, are you still reading? This isn't actually interesting at all...you could be doing something a lot more productive_go hang out on Wikipedia, learn something or you could always get off your fucking computer and go outside I know that's not the most popular opinion but hey.
I push love to it's full limit.
Do a hundred-ninety in the lane called memory.
...And I know you're in that lane with me.
