OOOH I Loooove it!
Bjork makes me want to scream, yet makes me feel sane, I suppose the only way to feel sane is in comparison with another. I need to stop that, the whole comparison thingy, it's really unnecessary and often makes me feel little, step-on-able. Either way, my brain is wonderful at criticizing, more often then not myself. In fact, myself is the only person I can manage to stay mad at. I love monkeys, especially masturbating ones, and sunrises and sunsets (so cliche, but I'll have you know I don't particularly care for roses). I love a tasty cup of tea, falling snow, love songs (such a sucker for them, it's pathetic!), I love musicians (especially my father, he's number one in my book and always will be, what can I say, I'm partial-that and he writes songs for me :))vanilla smelling anything makes me want to cream in my pants (sorry I can be kinda vulgar- I blame that on the four brothers). I love blank paper and touchy people (I love hugs, kisses, caresses, handshakes even- yet not particularly sweaty palmed ones). I love baths and white fluffy towels, textured fabric, laying naked between soft warm sheets, skin and exploring, asking questions, real people, crazy people, books, art, sex or anything sexual - even porn (oooh nasty me) computers when they do what I want and don't freeze. I couldn't live without music, my friends and often annoying family, chocolate, dreaming, good smells (perfume, cologne, shampoo, man, sex) crying (man sometimes it just feels so good) or laughter (again, sometimes it just feels so good). I used to make people tell me at least ten things that they loved, and I dislike anyone who can't come up with at least ten. Very critical, but I'm sorry, it's necessary in my world. Come up with ten right now, and let me know if I can still like you...