I love the sound of crunching leaves.
When people say my name I listen more closely.
I'm addicted to saying other people's names.
I hate questions that are asked only so they might be re-asked for their answer.
Sticky notes make my life so much nicer.
Touching my face, unless kissing me, is not okay.
I don't like using definite words to describe and define people that are inherently ever-changing and indefinite.
I'm a chronic doodler.
Sleep-talking and occasional walking seem to suit my subconscious.
Most of the time when I procrastinate it is entirely on accident.
I often need a good, hard slap in the face to yank me out of the spiraling mess of thoughts in my head.
I start useless arguments for no reason other than the desire to feel something.
I was put best at, "you have a passion and a zeal for life and living."
