Five thousand, six hundred and sixteen
I’m fond of:
I’m fond of:
Cats.
Weed.
New experiences.
Getting to know people I have things in common with.
Aliens.
Horror films.
Surveys.
Mythology.
Nature.
The beach.
The X-Files.
Conspiracy theories.
Documentaries.
History.
Reading.
Clothes.
Taking walks.
Tattoos.
Quadding / four-wheeling.
Classic rock.
Straight-forward people.
Metal.
Poetry.
The Sims.
I’m not fond of:
Extremists.
Closed-minded people.
Cheese.
People who judge or worry about the decisions / opinions of others.
Disrespect / ignorance.
The media.
Cleaning.
Romantic comedies.
Bugs.
‘Reality’ TV shows.
Technology taking over *every* aspect of life.
Overdramatic people.
Today’s music.
Cliches.
People who hold certain sentiments simply because the mass majority feels that way.
Facebook.
Self-righteousness.
Being stared at.
The US government system.
Being condescended to.
Being ignored.
Beer.
Feeling trapped in my own head.
I enjoy eating / drinking:
Steak.
Shrimp.
Pizza Pringles.
Ben & Jerry’s.
Rice.
Potatoes.
Bagels.
Fruit.
Skor bars.
Aloe Vera drinks.
Bolthouses.
Water.
Chicken.
Salads.
Omelets.
Zucchini.
Dark Russet chips.
Hot chocolate.
I like to watch:
The X-Files.
Law & Order: SVU.
The Twilight Zone.
American Horror Story.
Married With Children.
Twin Peaks.
King Of The Hill.
Nightmare Next Door.
Wicked Attraction.
Roseanne.
That 70’s Show.
Freaks & Geeks.
Breaking Bad.
Charmed.
Family Guy.
The Wonder Years.
I would describe myself as:
Laid back.
Accepting.
Indifferent.
Realistic.
Ill-tempered.
Sarcastic.
Blunt.
Introverted.
Witty.
Good-natured.
Understanding.
Open-minded.
Anxious.
Headstrong.
Honest.
Lazy.
Moody / Neurotic.
Wise.
Thick-skinned.
Logical.
Aloof.
Impartial.
Cynical.
Humorous.
Indecisive.
Intuitive.
Loyal.
Modest.
Brooding.
I’ve experienced:
A hangover.
A really bad break-up.
Smoking weed.
Doing drugs other than weed.
Being in a fist fight.
Having my own house.
Being on a plane.
Smoking a cigarette.
Sexual assault / abuse.
A pregnancy.
Being kicked out of my parent’s house.
Hitchhiking.
Shooting a gun.
Physical abuse.
Being hospitalized.
An abusive relationship.
Watching someone die.
Seeing someone stabbed and / or shot.
Being robbed.
Competing in some sort of competition.
Being in love.
Gambling in a casino.
A surgery of some sort.
Little things I love:
Forehead kisses.
Comfortable silences.
Warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.
Doing something unexpected that wasn’t asked of you.
Getting mail.
When my kitties snuggle with me.
Warm pavement on bare feet.
Perfect cereal to milk ratio.
Buying the last of something.
Fast moving lines.
Friendly cashiers.
Taking the back roads.
Driving on the highway during sunset.
Coming across that song on your iPod that you love and haven’t heard in a while.
Smiling at strangers.
When you come home after a long day and realize it was grocery day.
When all of your electronics have a full charge.
The fact that my mom always seems to have everything I need in her purse.
When the last bite of food tastes better than all the rest.
Happy tears.
That look you give your best friend and then you both burst out laughing.
Knowing when your favorite artist is releasing a new album.
The atmosphere in a movie theater during a really funny film.
When the whole crowd is singing at a concert.
Intense eye contact that gives you goosebumps.
The feeling that country music gives me.
Finding the right words to say.
People with beautiful souls.
That moment when you realize you finally made it.
Finding the perfect thing to wear.
When you put zero effort into your appearance and someone compliments you.
That feeling of letting go.
Pleasant wake up calls.
Knowing you made someone’s day a little better.
The cold side of the pillow.
Spotting the person you’re looking for in a big crowd.
Taking off your bra after a long day.
When you can taste food again after a cold.
Christmas morning.
Bloopers.
Exact change.
Finally remembering what I was going to say.
New episodes of your favorite show.
Multiple choice exams.
Smiling in the middle of a kiss.
Not having a to do list.
Head massages.