I took two pictures. I’m not wearing make-up. I think I look better with it on, but that it strips me of my identity. It makes me feel cloned. My mom thinks I look just like my dad (I feel twelve when I type ‘mom’ or ‘dad’). I’m only beginning to realize what it means to be an adult – while stressful, it’s a lot more manageable than I expected.
I’m that one girl who is always trying to see things as glass half full. Don’t worry, I know this kind of person to be annoying too. I’ll probably lose my member’s only jacket for this one, but: we positive people love to be really cynical every one in a while. Behind closed doors of course…
I have vivid memories of seeing the cashiers in the grocery store as a child and thinking to myself “I want a job where I get to press buttons that make satisfying noises.” This my friends, is an example of BEING NUTS.
I don’t have the willpower to settle for less. My ego is the dominant one in our relationship.
I have an obsession with cardigans and pumpkins, springtime. I love baking scones.
When I start having an anxiety attack, I remind myself of how lucky I am to be alive. It makes everything seem so trivial. I’m going to die one day. Maybe finishing college in four years is not a big deal. DUH.
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Let me know if laying on a bed, lights out, sun down, candles burning, music pumping through your veins, sounds good to you. We may be able to arrange something.
Born: Santa Cruz, California.
Four months post-Katrina: Worcester, Massachusetts.
Since January 2006: New Orleans, Louisiana.
Candles and cardigans are both severely underrated.
We should be friends.