enjoyable activities.
So there's this list of things that I am good at that I enjoy. Maybe I can turn this into a hobby of some sort... lets see...
Sex, drawing, writing, dancing, singing, cooking, sorting, organizing, translating.
I like to bring happiness to others.
I don't like feeling obligated or forced to do anything. I don't like counting. I don't like cleaning. I don't like having to be anything other than genuine. I don't like having to rely on other people to get the job done. I don't like being asked to share, but I do like to teach.
Signy seems supportive of the idea of me writing. Because really, when I write, I can write about any of the things near to my heart. I Just wonder if she'll feel as supportive when I'm using her name and likeness and making millions off of our conversations... even if I do give her a cute alias.
There are images and stories in my head that are just waiting to be captured in a medium... I guess I could go all "creative writing" on myself and set myself a challenge to describe what I'm thinking... after all, the same images have been embedded in my mind for quite some time. They have yet to fade, or become less amusing...
In completely unrelated news, I should come with a warning sign to boys.
I'm just going to have to try harder to protect boys from me. Poor boys.
Sex, drawing, writing, dancing, singing, cooking, sorting, organizing, translating.
I like to bring happiness to others.
I don't like feeling obligated or forced to do anything. I don't like counting. I don't like cleaning. I don't like having to be anything other than genuine. I don't like having to rely on other people to get the job done. I don't like being asked to share, but I do like to teach.
Signy seems supportive of the idea of me writing. Because really, when I write, I can write about any of the things near to my heart. I Just wonder if she'll feel as supportive when I'm using her name and likeness and making millions off of our conversations... even if I do give her a cute alias.
There are images and stories in my head that are just waiting to be captured in a medium... I guess I could go all "creative writing" on myself and set myself a challenge to describe what I'm thinking... after all, the same images have been embedded in my mind for quite some time. They have yet to fade, or become less amusing...
In completely unrelated news, I should come with a warning sign to boys.
I'm just going to have to try harder to protect boys from me. Poor boys.