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50 Things about Me
- I love animals.
- I often get upset over things that don’t affect me in anyway.
- I only like the cold if I am outside.
- At face value I am very shallow and cold but it’s mostly because I think too fast and I can’t help but sounding objective.
- I am violently affectionate over my friends.
- I think the gun never should have been invented.
- I would give anything for an older brother.
- I am extremely open minded, even though it might not seem like it.
- I can’t stand people who don’t shovel their sidewalks.
- I am unusually optimistic about love.
- I feel rejected when my cat doesn’t sleep by me.
- I twitch when I sleep.
- I used to date guys much older than myself, until I found Rian..
- I am easily offended over things I shouldn’t care about.
- Friendship wise I prefer guys over girls.
- Romantically it’s the opposite.
- I dislike most of my friends.
- I can’t stand small city life.
- I think of my pets as people.
- My bed is covered with stuffed animals.
- I can’t sleep with sheets.
- Tim Burton is a genius. (But you knew that already.)
- I’m extremely self concious, with a horrible inferiority complex, but you’d probably think I have a God complex.
- I have no real fantasies, because acted out none of them would be as good as the fantasies in my head, this is where they’ll stay.
- I want to always be spontaneous, but this is fairly impossible.
- I hate it when others undermine me.
- I type fast, but incorrectly. It’s amusing.
- I need to always be entertained, but few things can keep my attention.
- I love all types of music.
- I love the smell of leather.
- I will always stand up for what I believe.
- I am more than a sore loser. It’s scary.
- I change my mind often.
- Humans disgust me.
- I am my own worst enemy.
- I like to listen to songs that make me cry.
- If I didn’t have music, I’d die.
- I want everyone to be my soulmate, in some way or another.
- I love to read.
- I can cross a 4 lane highway with my nose in a book no problem, but when it comes through the kitchen doorway, I always hit something.
- I love to write poems, but never to read them.
- I never cry for a reason.
- I sleep too much.
- I often talk in third person.
- I never see things as they are.
- I’ve already picked out my boy child’s name.
- I can talk of myself as ‘he.’
- I hate my name.
- I often take blame for things that couldn’t ever be my fault.
- I am not perfect enough to please me.