I am: the wind in my sails.
I think: you might've known that.
I know: that I'm not going to change..?
I want: a good, happy home. And a well mannered brood, someday.
I have: it all planned.
I wish: age weren't always the trade off for experience.
I hate: vadas. And the sound of thermocol.
I miss: my brother. Especially when I'm feeling goofy, and no one else can decipher my childhhod gibberish.
I fear: losing my taste buds, and leading a life without passion.
I feel: giggly at the best of times.
I hear: nothing when I put a big sea shell to my ear.
I smell: of Nivea and laze.
I crave: alu paranthas very often. (It's my punj gene.)
I search: for missing scrunchies, and knick knacks with paisley motifs.
I wonder: what the point is way more often than is healthy.
I regret: my wasted college years.
I love: spinach, brick-wood interiors, Seinfeld, white shirts, predict-T9 text, surprises, all that.
I ache: I also flinch.
I care: for the environment. And raise eyebrows at people who litter and wish to poke them in the eye everytime they do so.
I am not: driven.
I believe: in directness and simplicity.
I dance: more hip, less limb.
I sing: the middle notes alright.
I cry: often, anytime. pent up. release. like a baby. without reason, and hiccuping.
I don't always: put entertainment before all else.
I fight: at the slightest provocation.
I write: descriptive, and micro-cutely, making things up as I go along.
I win: and make sure everyone knows.
I lose: and say its just a game.
I never: can take an extreme stand too comfortably.
I always: have a good breakfast. At 6 am if required.
I confuse: afforestation/ deforestation, disinterested/uninterested. (Stalagmites and stalactites I know perfectly. C for ceiling, g for ground, yaay for mnemonics. )
I listen: when my father talks.
I can usually be found: online, faffing.
I am scared: of childbirth, and kidnappers. (combine both and there's a dark humour angle.)
I need: focus, just maybe.
I am happy about: my limited wish list.
I imagine: vividly, filling in the details with care.
I tag: bluespriite, Mayo baby, cat fishy -- clot, I keep helping you shake off your deep deep blog slumber, and coalmine canary, for sure. El, you want to try? lady Pix? Crowley? who's left, Per, you doing this? Han, if you have time for wanton doodling, you have time for this. Adito, chal write something readable. Control c, control v.