We are imperfect creatures
Imperfect doesn't mean bad just deviating from a standard norm
When I think of all the people I've loved I reflect on an imperfection
So I'm going to share my imperfections and love myself!
Imperfect doesn't mean bad just deviating from a standard norm
When I think of all the people I've loved I reflect on an imperfection
So I'm going to share my imperfections and love myself!
Nov 11
The interior of my house is gaudily designed
and
“ My family eats Eel as our thanksgiving bird.
— To spur our imaginations mommy lets us have thematic Thanksgivings, apparently this is a “tasteless” and “un-traditional” concept to some people.
My hair is like a three year old; it has little fuzzies that stick up much akin to a toddler who is growing her hair for the first time
I cuddle and am overly touchy at night, especially if I wake up from a nightmare, hear creaks or thunder.
I have allergies; any variety of nut or dust will make me puffy
I touch my forehead more than I ought to and I break out into little pimples
Sometimes I arrive late or outright skip class to go home and give myself a facial because it makes me feel pretty and actually remedies the touching my-forehead-more-than-I-ought to problem
Sometimes I eat potato chips or chocolate in the morning for breakfast. I don’t attribute this to PMS, just a weak craving.
When I go jogging, I pretend I’m a super-hero or CIA agent. It’s the only way I can push myself that extra mile (and it makes my life exciting).
I’m not particularly fond of dogs. Sometimes I’m moved by a really beautiful or a really ugly dog, however this is a very rare occurrence. For example, I genuinely loved this dog- because it’s beautiful
As you can see I’m somewhat superficial; I’m drawn to beautiful things and beautiful creatures.
I have and probably will continue to feign interest in all variety of dogs and video games and pop culture references like the Simpsons see: spiderpigs, for a boy who I like, just so that he will like me as well.
“ In fact I once held a 3 hour dinner and dessert conversation with a boy about video games because I could see it made him happy and that made me happy.
I comb my hair 100 times on the right side, then do the same on the left side and finish it off on the underside. This makes me feel pretty albeit being I’ll admit pretty pointless.
I hang out with my friend Daniel (who is also an imperfect person) probably more than I ought to. It’s strictly platonic.
At 22 I refer to and call my mother “mommy”; it just feels right to me.
For a while I had really bad taste in fashion and would walk out of the house wearing yellow platform flip flops with a white mini-puff skirt and oversized blue Ralph Lauren sweater in the middle of winter/rain. This was my favorite outfit and I would wear it often.
I still wear slippers in the winter.
I eat really raw bloody meat; if it’s not tartar I’m probably just not that into it. It is obvious that my ancestors were not peaceful berry pickers.
I’m probably more romantic and kissy than I ought to be. I genuinely adore picnics in the park, brie cheeses, rides on the lake, eye gazing and caressing. In sum I guess I’m totally corny.
“ I didn’t receive my first kiss until I was 21 (about a year ago).
— This might be a product of having attended an all girls school or some form of adolescent prudence, Either way, relative to my peers, I’m probably not stellar in bed, in fact it’ll probably be “weird” for you.
I’m really expressive. If something excites me in a positive or negative way, I’ll most likely jump and/or yelp.
My creative projects bring me to tears. My first love was my website CollegeWit. My friend Keith can verify this (he is also single).
My mom is an artist. She’s super creative with these ironically blunt Republican economic values. For example she’ll go on about her latest statuary acquisition on which she crazy-glued any variety of gemstones and sequences while condemning “writing” as a profession.
This is how my mom and little brother might greet us one day if we have a weekend lunch with them.
