The Bum is Sleeping

So I'm posting... again...

I am: trying

I think: a lot

I want: to know that I have turned out OK

I have: what I've worked for

I dislike: people

I miss: our house

I fear: becoming our parents

I feel: like I should be doing something more productive

I hear: silence.  I don't like it.

I smell: fall

I crave: wine and sushi

I cry: when no one is looking

I usually: remember to take my pill

I regret: nothing.  Yet.

I search: for my niche in this world

I wonder: a lot.  About everything.  All the time.

I love: my Wesley, my guinea pig, and my family

I care: too much sometimes

I always: watch people

I worry: that I'm not doing the 'right' things

I am not: manipulative

I remember: hardly anything

I believe: in myself

I dance: too much for some people, not enough for me

I sing: when no one can hear me

I don't always: get to know someone before I judge them

I argue: rarely

I write: on this stupid blog too much.  I'm developing the blogger mentality that people are interested in what I have to say

I win: always.  I'm female.

I lose: a lot of hair when I shower

I wish: we had our own place

I listen: all the time

I don't understand: stupidity

I can usually be found: surfing the interwebz

I watch: hardly any TV

I need: wine and sushi.  Heavy on the wine.

I forget: too much for only being 21

I am happy: most of the time