I wear the most inappropriate shoes for every occasion. Sometimes, I write letters to people/things out loud. I constantly want to take my shoes off and feel grass under my feet. I can't believe it, but I think I'm turning into a morning person. I melt like butter around my son. I use big words, deal with it. The last three years of my life have revolved around drugs. My favorite songs on my favorite albums are all obscure and never played at the fucking concerts. I hate disappointing my parents. My son won't ever respond to me if I ask him to talk, but he'll repeat every swear word I use. Some of my favorite books have been textbooks. I prefer my movies have captions, even when they're in English. I'm not religious, at all. If I'm thirsty enough, I'll drink just about anything. My hands and feet are always ice cold. I absolutely fucking love drugs, and absolutely fucking hate how they totally fuck up your whole goddamn life. I will always try to get out of doing the dishes. I don't tolerate strangers criticism, but I'm extremely hard on myself. I live to travel. Massages tickle me. If you randomly make some racist, sexist, or homophobic comment, nine times out of ten I'll call your ass out on it. I will inevitably try to control every situation. I am always editing people's writing in my head. I think Bush should be tried as a war criminal. I am a rabid, crazy Dixie Chicks fan. Some of my friends on myspace have never seen me sober, some have never seen me fucked up. I find irony is everything. My sense of direction is consistently 180 degrees off. I don't think I would ever be my own friend. I will tell you the most stupid, random stuff. I will either try to make you love me or hate me. I can sit for hours and watch my son throw rocks. I used to wonder if I was born without a conscience, like some people are born without a toe or something. I know when to keep my mouth shut, most of the time. I'm not shy. I like people with good stories to tell. I like to ask really personal questions. I will usually put more thought into my jewelry than in what clothes I'm wearing. I'm going to become an aunt soon. I never, ever ever leave the house without at least mascara on. I've got two tattoos on my mind, but I don't know which to get first. I'm afraid of dogs, but not afraid of dying. It drives my husband crazy when I'm on the computer. I tend to repeat things I tell you. My nightmare is to have my son grow up in a small town like I did. I met my husband at Christian Camp, which is funny if you know me very well. I could shop for hours at the Hustler store. Sometimes I wonder if I'm Obsessive-Compulsive. I woke up a different person, and I'm currently just getting to know me. There have been lots of surprises these last few months, and there are more to come, undoubtedly.Myspace Graphics
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