I spend way to much time looking for bands to play my wonderful friend's night Wobble Wobble Splat!. I am pretend manager-organiser-come-slave to the Tarts On Decks but it has its amazing perks.
Hugs are the best kind of hello, kisses on the cheek are also a pleasure, anything more is just rude.
I often talk complete nonsense, not because I like the sound of my own voice, but because pure silence scares me…unless I’m trying to sleep when I need the dark and silence. Someone once said “It takes a special kind of cool to succeed at sleeping all day and staying up all night.†That’s my type of cool except I fear it's not actually cool. I don't get tired of listening. Ever.
I love green eyes. And freckles. But I have neither.
I wish I was musically talented, like the ability to play the guitar would be nice. Although maybe I should go back to piano. As a result I worship boys in bands – pathetic I know - if I was in LA my therapist would have worked this out.
I grow fond of people quite swiftly. I love, trust, and forgive easily and in that order. I refuse to give in to jealousy. But sometimes it happens. I can be stubborn. But I give in easily. Sometimes, I use words that don't exist. (I have never had a therapist).
I love my digital camera even though it’s old now.
I drink Coca Cola though I know how bad it is for my body. I do not need mind altering substances to enjoy myself. "Coffee" that's not really coffee cause it has 3 gallons of milk in it and vanilla syrup - is my addiction.
Guys can be disappointing. I have high expectations, I think. I am quite talented at finding flaws in the most perfect of situations. I have impeccably bad timing.I often care too much about the wrong people, yet have no will power to avoid them.
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