Whatever they said, it's all true.

Well, maybe HALF true.

hates: clowns. the word slut. used batteries. staind. nickelback. the smell of a diaper, clean or dirty. flat pop. plastic shot glasses. adult anime cartoons. bad hair days. tape that doesn't hold. shitty cigarettes. backstabbing friends. how things like sour cream and blue cheese can go bad. the word 'beautiful'. doing laundry. being touched on the feet. liars. pointless thoughts that turn into thoughtless motion. pictures that don't turn out right. drunken cries. fake ice cream. fake people. the phrase "you know, you could solve that problem by..". large things that should be small. small things that should be large. broken toes that prevent you from wearing cute shoes. how different stores have different sizes. taco bell and its excessive addictiveness. my messy room. boring drunks. not being able to smoke inside. ex's that have a hard time trying to remain ex's. meddling parents. the color gold. my cell phone ringing at inappropriate times. being touched in the ribs. my constant craving for peanut butter or anything made with peanut butter. people who are nice to your face, but say annoying shit behind your back, etc...

likes: blankies. shopping with friends in new places. champagne. black eyeliner. small children that smell like baby powder. the colors black and pink when put together. the way the air smells after it rains in the summer. camel toe muffin tops happy hour, where it's always pink on the inside. having my hair pulled. when you find sand in your swimsuit the next summer. outdoor patios. snowball fights. sleeping, especially falling asleep on someone. good hair days. nail polish. finding jeans that make your ass look good. getting off of work and the sun still being out. atwood. weekend trips. adult swim. posh. finding money in your jeans. bracelets. smurfs. shake and bake. snow angels. smut. mom's peanut butter cookies. 8am starbucks excursions. target. stickers. ren and stimpy.











PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO MEET-
Bob Saget. A hooker that doesn't smell like failure. Someone that will let me play cowbell in their band. John Cusak. Num. I just wanna keep him in my closet and only let him out periodically to....

Fuck. Where was I going? Oh yeah. People. Not many, actually. I'm fairly bitter and set in my ways. I don't think many more people can fit in to my schedule.


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