i get all of my dance moves from the charlie brown christmas movie and thriller. i curse and laugh nervously far too much. i have roadrage and although that's supposedly a bad thing, i've found most people find it amusing. i either talk too much or not nearly enough. my mind is constantly working overtime and as annoying as that is it's better and far less frightening than the occasional times it's blank. yes. and last but not least i care too much about everything that probably doesn't even matter.

music, diet dr. pepper, books, my friends, lazy laundry days, warm hoodies, cold pillows, ridiculously fuzzy slippers, aloysius snuffleupagus, chilly beach days, bright nail polish, trix yogurt, sharpie tattoos, chandler bing, yellow & orange flowers, fun dip, grilled cheese, shel silverstein, old school nintendo, hot chocolate, sun showers, large sunglassess, big brown puppy dog eyes

friends, lost, 90210, unsolved mysteries, the sopranos, project runway

the giving tree, goodnight moon, the bfg, where the sidewalk ends, me talk pretty one day, the once and future king