Tuesday, it rained. hard. CK and I walked grace anyway…so, what if I liked it.
My ode to… my(quirky)self!
So what if I…
Actually enjoy walking in the rain, without any rain gear, and getting soaked!
Like listening to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elsh3J5lJ6g
Don’t have a favorite color, or food, or anything!
So, what if I eat cookies for breakfast, and pancakes for dinner.
It doesn’t bother me that I react to caffeine like the average person reacts to cocaine. Not a one bit.
No big deal that my tummy now has marks from something that creepily lived inside of it.
I’m totally fine with the idea that I have an inexplicable amount of energy in the morning, even if Ant’s not.
Maybe my fridge has some tupperware in it that has now developed a new species of mold. (What, I’m not going to touch it now).
So what if I can admit that I don’t really understand pinterest, or tweeting, or reddit.
I like the fact that I can make up a recipe for dinner, or dessert. Then eat it, love it, and forget how I made it!
It does not affect me at all that you think I’m insane. Because, secretly, I think you’re a little weird too.