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I write. A lot. I tend to wake up at 230 AM and write things on little scraps of paper and then throw them on the floor for the morning.. it's such an authory thing to do. I make up words; I go through the dictionary to find adjectives I like. Felonious... have you ever heard something described like this? Words, dressed in felonious tuxedos... it's amazing. That's why I write. I listen to music, I'm a sucker for a good love song. Billy Joel and Jimmy Buffett are two of my favorites. If you need the key to a girl's heart, I'm giving away two, free of charge, to the next five callers: And So It Goes by Billy Joel and Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg. Play the latter when you deem it appropriate, play the former when you need to say something but don't really know how.

Loving someone means giving them the capacity to break your heart while trusting that they won't. Loving and being in love are two totally different things, however. I love many people in this world, I hate none. I am only in love with one. It's kinda the way it goes sometimes, you know? It's like throwing your life into the wind and praying someone will have the balls to catch it... sometimes you're dropped and you bounce around a little bit, and it hurts, but you just have to get back up and throw yourself back out there. It'll be okay. I've survived it.. three times. And I didn't like it at all.

My father always told me, "Don't let the words get in the way of what you're trying to say." I know for a fact that I do. I'm a wordy sonofabitch. I say things with twenty words that can be said with five. I make everything so much more complicated than it needs to be. I spell things out, I don't usually abbreviate. It takes longer for me to think of the "txt/aol speak" version than actually punch out the letters on the keypad. It's not that hard, I promise. wrtng lik ths is wrd, u kno wat i mean? The only punctuation rule I break is capitalization... I don't do it when I type unless I'm trying to.

If something's wrong, you'll know it. I won't tell you what it is, most likely, but you'll know that something's wrong. If you ask and I say it's no big deal, it's probably a huge deal and I'm falling apart inside. Illusions are everything; if it looks like I've got everything together and I'm fine, I'm probably not. Your best bet is to make me tell you, or at least let me know that you're there.

I'm an interesting person, and if you don't let the fact that I have opinions and I voice them profusely get in the way, we might develop a close friendship. I have my ups and downs, and they won't be secrets. The days when I look disheveled and tired occur after nights when I have only slept for two or three hours... and that happens about three times a week. No promises on days. I'm a self-diagnosed insomniac. I write better in the wee hours of the morn. If you make time for me, I'll make time for you. Love me, I'll love you.

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