The Second Inventory of Being

I am anonymous.
I am eighteen years old.
Though sometimes I feel eighty, and other times only eight.

I am a dancer, but I don't want to do it forever.

I want to be independent but I'm scared of the "Real World".

I don't have an address, but I have a home.

I am in love.
This mostly makes me happy.

I don't like getting sick, but I like being a sicky.

I like picnics in the park, especially with egg salad, baskets, blankets, fruit salads, and hats.

I like juggling a lot, but only when other people do it.

Venting makes me feel good, especially when somebody listens.

My phobias and pet-peeves are wierd because I don't know why I have them.

I think of myself as an artist, but nobody else does.

I wish my parents liked me, but it's okay that they don't.

I work all the time but nobody believes me because I don't make any money.

I have black hair.
I wish it was green.

Ice cream is my weakness, and so is honey.

I have friends, but most of them make me cry.

I like naps, and sunshowers, and the moon.
I hate brussel sprouts.

I'm prejudice against prejudism, and a hypocrite.

I like coffe shops and most of the people in them.

I try to be nice, but sometimes I'm a pottyhead.

I think about sex too much, and my hunny doesn't.

I don't want to live forever, but I don't want to die either.

I read a lot; I prefer series, but keeping up with them is hard.

I wish I was living in a barn with a flat-top silo.

I want to be a jedi master, a superhero or a housewife when I grow up.

I want to be taken care of... by me and Charles.

I'm atheist and idealist, but it's just half a glass of water.

I want a baby, but I don't want kids.
But I think I'm sterile anyways.

I'm opinionated, but I let others speak too.

I love my brother, but sometimes I doubt that it's returned.

I wish money grew on trees and bushes, and I had an orchard...
but just a small one.

Sometimes I wish life were easier, but then I'd probably be bored... maybe.

Sometimes I think I might be beautiful.

I miss Sylvia.

I don't want to be omniscient, but I want the ability to become so; if only to satisfy my curiosity.

I like chewing tummies, but it has to be Charles'.

Most often the more I know someone, the more I dislike him... or her.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to wish.

I don't like waiting much, but I do it well.

I like crafts, and baking and smooching.

I can be overemotional.
I don't really like that.

I get frustrated easily under the guise of patience.

I like singing along to songs, even though I'm tone-deaf.

I like the smell of hunny.

I think I want to be Taoist, but I don't know how yet.

Sometimes I wish I were scarier, but I like it when people say I'm cute.

I want a direction in my life, but I'm comfortable here in limbo.

I like short hair, long skirts and sandals.
But then again, high heels, make-up and blazers are cool too.

I wish I were thinner, but not oodles.
Otherwise I'd have to stop eating ice cream and pasta.

I like being dependent but everyone tells me I shouldn't.

I like going drinking, but not too often.

I don't like being alone too much, but I'm not too hot on crowds either.

Sports are poopy.

I try not to do anything in excess.
Fanatics of any sort annoy me.

Sometimes I wish I were 100 feet tall, so I could get a better look at the clouds.

Thunderstorms are cool, but not when they're too loud.

I hate mosquitoes and earwigs, but other bugs have a right to live.

I don't like receiving flowers, but I like the attention.

I'm domestic, but not too much.

I like autumn because it's not too hot and not too cold, but it is too short.

I think weddings and funerals are pretty stupid, but I want both.

I'm a smoker, and that sucks.

I like to laugh, almost too much.

I'm not subtle.

I like it when I'm pensive.

I like rings, especially the ones from Charles.

I like back scratches, and rubby tums.

I'm a dedicated fan of Red Dwarf, the Simpsons, Bily Conolly, Star Wars, Animaniacs, the Adventures of Batman & Robin, Robert Asprin, Patrick Stewart, Hudson hawk, Annie Lennox, the Princess Bride, Sinead O'Connor, Scottish and Chinese things, the number 3, Pooh Bear & the Hundred Acre Wood, and Charles.

I like late nights and early afternoons.

Having something to say makes me feel important.
I like knowing useless facts, and I guess useful facts are okay too.

I like learning about history, especially my own.

I always look over my shoulder for people I want to see; especially my hunny.

I like listening to music live; especially in my living room.

I miss my Paul's, my Gary and my Andy, but not all the time anymore.

I forget a lot, but not everything I want to, and too much of what I don't want to.

I tend to feel out of place.

I like stargazing, especially from a hot tub.

I'm clumsy a lot of the time.
Sometimes it's funny, sometimes not.

Showers are fun, but baths with bubbles are better.

I don't like shaving my legs, but I don't like not having my legs shaved.

I'm not always punctual, but I don't like it when others aren't.

I would like batogganing if it wasn't so painful.

I like computers, especailly with puzzle games.

I like writing, but I don't do it often enough.

I can be difficult, sometimes too often.

I like painting even though I'm not good at it.

Bach, Pachelbel, Mozart and Williams have cool tunes.
So does Ferrel.

I like making hunny songs, even though they tend to be juvenile.

I like asking questions, but I think I like answering them more.

I like PC cola and mac & cheese.

I'm afraid of both failure and success, even though I seem to be an expert on both counts.

I want to be a mommy.
Charles will make a good daddy, which is good because I'm unsure of my maternal instinct and its existence.

Flightless birds are neat; so is virginity.

Sunflowers are pretty.
So are umbrellas and cloaks.

Stuffed toys make me happy; they're people too.

Sometimes I feel abandonned, sometimes forgotten, and sometimes the centre of attention.

I miss the good-old-times, but I'm glad they're behind me.

I'm too tired too much of the time.
I used to be hyper though.

Life's been good to me, but not quite often enough.

I like couches, but I'm anxious to get "our" bed.

I don't know what my standards are, so I have to live up to other people's.

I find happiness in embraces and on stage, but only when I don't have to say anything... for either.

I don't much like shopping, but I like getting new stuff.

My boyfriend is my best friend, and I like it that way.

I love bunnies, but only in fiction.
In real life they're boring.

I can't decide if the world hates me or not.
Every time I decide, it proves me wrong.

I take pride in my burps, and in other people's too.

I like watching movies, but lately only when they're funny.

I believe that the pen is mightier than the sword.
Unless the sword caps the writer before s/he uses the pen.

"Why?" is my favourite question, only through popular demand.

My love life is perfect, except for when it's not.

I like being anti-social sometimes... well, most of the time.
People seem to think I'm a social butterfly.

I trust my hunny, and respect him.
Sometimes I don't know why the feeling's mutual.

Sometimes it seems confusion is my favourite passtime.

I like breakfasts.

I am anonymous.
And this is 1996.