Feb 25, 2006 02:23
For some reason I felt like saying these...
Like music calming a beast, nothing calms my rage or sadness like running your fingers through my hair in the back of my head... My mom did it for me when I was young, after nightmares or getting hurt.
When I want to say something important, but afraid too, I hyperventilate.
I like to play hard-to-get.
I'm terribly afraid of clowns.
I have precognition, but it has never proven to be useful.
I like to dance to Endless Love by Lionel Richie and The Commodores.
I have the same 3 repetitive nightmares occasionally, since I could remember.
Being physical has always made me uncomfortable.