Define yourself… quickly.
I love the “about me” sections on social networking sites. The concept manages to be terribly obvious and terribly idiotic and terribly transformative all at the same time. I sink my teeth into these chances to show lurkers and best friends a bit about myself. Mostly in the guise of ridiculous facts… One of my favorites…
I make apple pie from scratch and enjoy receiving hand written letters. My family is from Kentucky and my dog is inbred. I love pictures of strangers and reading aloud. Travel is my unsatiable addiction. I live for cheap taco stands, tiny coffee shops and long airplane rides. I think skinny dipping is therapeutic, especially at night. I collect antique photos of strangers and used sketch books. I think October is an ugly month. I drive around in my dirty-hippy car with the windows down and the music blasting. I don’t trust people who don’t believe in singing along. I put chili pepper in my hot chocolate and basil in my ice cream.
There’s nothing more attractive than a well-stocked book shelf.
Cigarrettes are trashy. Good sex is classy. Period. The end. No questions. No quarrels.
i’m with you on most, especially october…
but here’s a question, dirty-hippy car? what happened to that delicious red truck?
as for quarrel, that comes later. watch your back.