I like black. It hides things, it scares people and fits the contours of my body better than any other color.
I laugh at things that wrinkle people’s foreheads. I apologize, but as the saying goes, first impression always make the difference. Ha ha ha. Sure…
I love elegance. Its an aspect that’s been lost in the day of hipsters and plastic Hilton wannabe’s. I love when the subtle raise of a woman’s eyebrow turns everyone’s head.
I don’t wear clothes with prints, and I apologize. I’m not comfortable. Call me plain, but Chucks, jeans and a tee are how I get things done.
I’m short, and in all my life its always yielded benefits. Here’s how. 1) You always get the cute grocery guy to reach the soda on the top shelf. 2) You always get to be in front for photos. 3) When I danced, I always got the front line. and 4) People always underestimate you, and I think that’s the best benefit of it all. It’s like a tightly sealed firework, you never know how bright the colors will be. You never know loud the boom could sound. And you never know whether sparks will chase you into your bed.
I’ve been told I’m a good kid. Conversations with my parents cause me to think otherwise, but maybe they just need to vent, and I’m their scapegoat. I kinda don’t blame them. If I were remarried to a man as stubborn as my stepdad (a trait which he’s passed onto my brothers), or engaged to someone as unpredictable as my stepmom, I’d wanna scream, too.
School’s cool. I’m bored though. I would love a change of scenery. And this workforce, this thing that every person I talk to says, “Wait until you have to work everyday, it sucks,” seems ridiculously appealing. Um, I’m sorry you don’t like your job. I’m gonna like mine.
I love The Golden Girls. I’m like all four of them rolled into one. “Little Richard was in Bermuda?!” Gotta love Rose.
I’m gonna throw away this gum now. It’s lost its flavor.
I despise the people upstairs…a lot.
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