I don’t really know how to be anybody but myself.
I’m fragile but I make up for it by being resilient.
I can’t accept things on face value.
I get a kick out of ridiculous puns, i.e., Martin Luther really opened up a can of Worms. heh, get it? ’cause, like…well, never mind….
good fences make good neighbors.
I wish more people could laugh at themselves.
I have an extensive collection of tacky footwear. do not speak ill of my shoes lest you find yourself being beaten by one of them. but don’t worry, I don’t run very fast in one shoe.
I like peace, quiet, and sensible conversation.
I don’t like political correctness, salt substitutes, or silly fads of any type.
I’m good at being honest but bad at being tactful. I apologize in advance.
love cats. wish they would learn how to coexist with houseplants.
I am extremely stubborn. I’m just subtle about it.
I feel things very deeply, but since vulnerability is scary, I generally cocoon myself in a protective layer of good humor and irony.
don’t gossip around me. I don’t care to hear it.
I like to make pretty things, and am reasonably good at it.
teach me a good word and I’ll love you forever.
my dream? a lonesome beach house on the atlantic, surrounded by cottonwoods and a sweet, grassy smell, where all I have to listen to is wind, waves, and stars.