I love many things, some of which aren’t for prying eyes and others that I’ll just leave on the front doorstop.
I like laughing REALLY loud. I like teacups. I like gummi things with sour stuff.
I get most of my musical taste through people who are infinitely cooler than I am, which is why I have the coolest friends ever.
I love comic books, manga, board games, and other things that you can do anytime anywhere. I love singing oldies at the top of my lungs while boogie-ing pointlessly around my carpet in socks. I like people. Alot. No really, ALOT.
I dunno, dude. I say dumb stuff all the time and I like it when other people do too.
I am not cool. I am not scene. I am not emo. I am not really all that spectacular in any way shape or form. I like silly radio songs and I like cheezy movies. I like stories where the good guy wins but not without losing something first. I like reading as escape. I’m sober. I like scooters but have no clue how to drive one or ride one or however the hell you say it. I like collecting action figures and actually playing with them. I like a good love story.
Most of all? I’m still just learning.