Croatian Sensation

I love the smell of mustard, and fine italian relish on a freshly smoked wiener. Sometimes, at night, when no one is around, I pick the flowers from the conroys dumpster, I love young shaved legged dudes with hairy chestses,..like most women yet, at the same time, I'm not afraid to pee off the third story of a fine eating establishment...I enjoy ice cubes, cuz they're cold....am I weird? I often humm songs of the old croatian saying" lyve heien myines swingford dieen deo doso bbooiose swash"....and old love song from the homeland. Sometime at lunchtime, I drink water at my cubicle and feel like a bird, swishing around,cleaning my feathers....I often sing the song of the great white falcon...."waaaahccheeechhh wahhccheeeche...waaaa" I feel this song sings to me, and my co-workers. To date I've only been written up twice. I like to walk with one shoe on, and one shoe off, just to feel what it's like to have one leg shorter than the other. Sometimes when I'm quite rebelious, I wear a 3 inch high heel and a flat....I once visited Disneyland and refused go on rides, based entirely on the fact that I felt their policy on rides was height-ist...or what have you.