Mango

Who, me? Playing Emerald again? Noooo no no no okay yes. I do what I want!
Also on an almost completely unrelated note, I have the best mother in the world~! She's been the biggest support in my life and no matter what different sides of me she finds, I still feel loved and accepted. Mom, if ya read this, I love you and you're beautiful!❤

Motivation

Ahh, I spent the new year's with my friend Pau at her place. We took the two bichon frisés out for a walk and this pup I was walking needed constant cheerleading. That babu is clearly my spirit animal. Anygays we had fun and parties and PS3 and stuff yay Pau is amazing! Also today is my official birthday yayyyy I'm 21!
Legal in the US, huh. If anything I feel even more childlish and crazy~ 8)

Always

When I was younger and sicker I used to feel like eating was a pain in the butt and so much work. Then I got better and poorer and suddenly I love food so much~! I just can't get enough of it and it makes me so happy! Fortunately I have a really swift metabolism (came in the bargain with cystic fibrosis), so eating mountains of greasy sugary treats wouldn't even show. Well, it's not like I have the funds to eat out or even drink milk daily, but yeah. For me, not many things beat the feeling of eating one's fill. If you're coming to my birthday partay next week, want to get something, and have no idea what to give: bring food~

Pastime

Butts. Butts butts butts butts butts: butts, butts, butts butts butts butts butts. Butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts. Butts butts butts butts! Butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts. Butts.

Workload

Ughh cleaning ughh. I would not recommend approaching me when I'm tidying up my apartment. I'm much, much worse then than on The Blood Week. This stuff just piles up everywhere. Things that I can't throw away but then they don't fit anywhere and AAGH, RAGE!

Surprise Call

Sometimes when I pick up the phone all I can hear is this little squirrel of a nephew chirping cheerily in Gibberish. It all goes well until there's this tone of a question and I'm supposed to answer some words of wisdom he can quote in his dire times. Not something like "Uh... what? What? I'm sorry, what? Pardon? Uh... yeah... I dunno... um... what did you ask again?" which is the usual case.
Ugh, sorry your aunt is such a pretzel brain, sweetie! I try my best!

Issue

Because, because, you know when someone has really soft looking fluffy curly hair, and it's so irresistibly beautiful you just want to ruffle it and brush it and fill a pillow with it and weave a jumper from it and hide your victims in it! You know the feeling, right? Right? But then you can't do it because the person would be weirded out and that fluffy hair with a being underneath would hate you. THE FRUSTRATION!