Day 01. Pictures and Words.11:56:00 AM
Introduce yourself in pictures and words. Oh dear, I already know I'm going to hate this. Here goes.
I have a red lipstick fetish. Have for years, and my mother hates it.
I have a hole in my heart and it beats too fast.
That little bracelet on my wrist never leaves my wrist, ever.
I spend all my money on watching local bands play.
My family is my everything.
When I was little I wanted long hair so I wore skirts on my head, as you can imagine the whole having long hair thing is literally a childhood dream come true.
I am addicted to tea. I decided that this summer I will grow all the herbs from my favorite teas in my greenhouse. (oh, I have a greenhouse)
I am the fifth of nine children.
When I was a little girl I got my hand stuck in an elevator door in China.
I have brown eyes that sometimes decide they'd rather be black.
I used to think I was afraid of commitment until I realized I'm just afraid nothing meets my standard of commitment.
I don't believe in planning.
I skip class to go to antique shops. (I am supposed to be in class right now. oops)
I have a preoccupation with love, and defining it.
I am a Mormon. And I love it.
Writing keeps me sane, I'm running away to India in August.
I love: antique shops, documentaries, coffee shops, frosted mini wheats, vintage couches, greenhouses, record players (yes, I have one) and Brian Kershisnik paintings.
I talk too much and I laugh too loud, I hate foam and half opened doors.
I write in a poor excuse for cursive. And someday when I’m dead my children will love how many journals I left behind, until they realize not a word of them is legible, I should work on that.
I would love to meet the person who believes they can define themselves in a blogpost, ludicrous (not the rapper, the word).