I'm feeling particularly open and honest tonight..
I'm listening to Madonna's 'Justify My Love' and feeling pretty fucking sensual right now...
k, song's over, let's get down to business.
I have a freckle on the sole of my left foot.
I'm secretly aggressive - well, not so secretly, it's pretty obvious in certain situations.
I like to have a 'don't fuck with me, I'll hurt you' attitude about me in a crowd. Short Girl syndrome, perhaps?
I can shoot pool; in fact I used to win money doing it. Haven't shot in ages though, and I'm probably not very good at it anymore.
I daydream all the time......about things that are never going to happen.
I'm a hopeless romantic. Send me a card or a love letter and I'm useless for days afterwards.
I'm very controlling in relationships, much to Dave's chagrin. It used to be a BIG issue..it's still an issue, but not so bad. In fact, when I talked about letting go(in a previous blog), that was one of the things I let go. It's not something that I'm proud of, and I'm trying hard not to do it anymore.
This is kind of silly, but I have a crush... a couple of crushes, actually. One is on Vic Mackie, the character from 'The Shield'...the other I'm not telling yet.
I'm lonley a lot. And insecure. I don't know why...
I have new favourite blogger..MadPoet..and Everett Lee. You should go check them out.
Well, that's all for this thrilling installment....I'm going to go get some hot chocolate and retire to my bedroom (I'll prolly be back later tho, I'm a terrible insomniac)