i walk up stairs on tip toes, cause i’m too lazy lower my foot completley each time.

i obsessively wash my hands after touching paint or dust.

i chew my nails, and deny it

sometimes i silence my opinion so i seem more normal.

i talk about art to seem like an intellectual

and food to seem worldley

I dont say my real opinion on some stuff, so people dont deem me shallow and superficial.

i like the jonas brothers. so average, i know.

persian rugs are ugly. end of conversation.

i sleep on the couch for the sake of bieng in the middle of everything

i qoute juno and Bon Qui Qui to make myself laugh and leave everyone staring and clueles

i like to appear drifty and out of touch as an angle for eaves dropping.

i write confessional poems, because i really want you to laugh, and i want my magazine! tee hee hee! Honest to blog!