Monday, April 4, 2011


My bathroom is embarrassingly dirty.

My pantry contains peanut butter, nutella, bread, ramen, pasta, chips, and oreos.
(Fridge contents? Captain Morgan, a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling cider,
cheese I probably need to throw out, strawberry jam, grape jelly, barbecue sauce.)

I consider myself a terrible roommate.

I hate it when a book I'm really into has a bad ending.
It's a pet peeve of mine. I tend to throw the book on the floor.
(It's kind of an uncontrollable urge.)

I hate putting away laundry, but love clean clothes.

I miss my mother.

I hope someday to have a house filled, floor to ceiling with books.

I sometimes get angry at Eve for eating from that stupid tree.

I love working at Starbucks.

I sometimes experience all of my emotions at one time.
(How, you ask? I'm a girl. That's how.)

For all my confidence and pretending that I don't care,
I really just want people to like me.


  1. i've been experiencing all my emotions at once as well

  2. How can I experience that? I'm a girl, that's how.

    LOL I love it! You make me smile, friend.