More About Me
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I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore, Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting for, When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder, Is there anything I'm going to miss, How's it going to be, When you don't know me, How's it going to be, When you're sure I'm not there, How's it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to about, How it's going to be, 'Cause I don't care, How's it going to be, Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match, Sharp as a thumbnail scratch, A silence I can't ignore, Like . . The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty, don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me, I guess that's how it's going to be, Want to get myself back in again, - Third Eye Blind, How's It Going to Be |
Following is a page of stuff that no one really wants or needs to know about me - just because I can... Who knows what'll turn up.
(that's me at about 2 years old...)
| Stuff I like... (in no particular order)
Thunderstorms; chocolate; spring; warm, rainy days; romantic comedies; bonsai trees; my family; sundresses; bookbinding; quiet; flying kites; the ocean; Mickey Mouse; reading; children; music (singing!); the theater; thoughtful people; writing; Japanese; paper crafting; spicy food; sleeping; walking on the beach; my car; mail (not bills); Christmas |
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| Things I don't like...
Lies; cold weather; vegetables; violent movies; high heels; ex-boyfriends; traffic; sleet; car payments; arrogant men; the smell of peanut butter & jelly |
