When life hands you a Snapple bottle, you twist it open and drink it.
(baby, we’re whores)
I'm shy. I'll randomly open up to people, depending on my mood, or how drunk I am. I also open up to people as I get to know them. I don't talk to fill the silence. I'm stubborn, if you push me, I'll dig my heels in (unintentionally or not). I'm sick and tired of people telling me I have to open up and talk more. Don't tell me what to do. I will change at the snap of no one's fingers but my own. I'm moody, and feel with intensity. I like to observe. I like to listen to my music loud. Random things win.
(nothing less and nothing more)
Telling me to stop talking so much of officially one of the lamest jokes. Ever.
(i love the way you conquer style)
I don't like being woken up early on my day off. I like to go out and drink, regardless of whether or not have work early the next day. I don't like being kept awake when I actually try to get to sleep early because of work the next day. I like coffee. I don't like running out of creamer for my coffee. I remember random things. I like local music.
(i love how children lack your vision)
I sometimes do weird things (like take pictures of the old lady in the bonnet that delivers the paper). My sister's oddness and ability to just do and say without thinking may be slowly rubbing off on me. This resulted in me once chewing on bubble wrap (I saw Ryan do it and I was curious and I happened to have some bubble wrap on hand).
(i love the way you're reaching for that gun)
I am who I am. I will not regret, I won't apologize for how I feel, and I will not change for you.
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