I hate when I go to the pantry, to the refrigerator and then back to the pantry and act like something is going to better then the last time i was just there...
the music i start to clean my room with is always the total opposite at the ending time of room cleaned.
i think in words.
if your a passenger and i like you, i'll most likely play the baseline of the song on your legs.
i get happy legs when i'm happy.
my best friend and i have the most mind blowing conversations up and down 110.
i will most likely call you at random points, pick you up and make you ride for a drive...
i have absolutely no sense of direction and just shoot and pray for the best
i'm slightly in love with my Turkish gas station attendant.
which is odd because i always feel like a gas station murder would be so amazing and cant
believe is hasn't happened yet (?) that i kinda freak out because thats the thought i get EVERYTIME
at a gas station that i lock my doors keep the window open a crack and push in my car lighter.
i still hate the process of putting sheets on the bed.
as mush as i love words, i dont read as much as you'd think.
i have a hard time understanding how "LOL" and things like "Snooki' are real life things.
i answer my phone "HUH-LOW?!" many will think i'm pissed.
i don't know how to not whip my car around turns, it's almost impossible.