Knowing
12/29/2008 09:58 a.m.
such late nights lately.


all the things you want to know about someone:

what is your mother like
what does it say under your senior year photo

-funny, i never took any yearbook photos in high school. i don't even own a yearbook. i don't think i was ever in a picture for any of them, not even in stupid functions or activities. it's almost like that part of my life never existed.

who was your first love
when was the first time your heart was broken
which one is your first scar
your last

- i have so many i think i lost track. i think the one on my chin is my first. i was three. i cracked my chin open on the side of the pool trying to show my mom what i had learned that day.

if you had obligations to only yourself and no one or nothing else, what would you do with your time
would you ever actually want that

- being there for people makes me happy. maybe its that nurturing aspect of being a woman

what is your simple pleasure

- a really good cup of coffee on a quiet morning. no traffic no people no noise just me and the coffee

high/low for the day
favorite body part yours
someone else's

-hands, big strong hands that cover mine, that could hold my face in just that right way that makes me feel small and safe, like i need to be taken care of
-mine, i used to like my hands, and i'm not sure why i stopped. anyway, i guess it would be...you know, i don't know the answer to this one

favorite memory of someone
one memory you hope to have one day
the one thing you don't want to regret the day you die

- i don't want anyone around me to believe that i didn't love them. i want them to know, that although it was trying at times and i didn't always show it in the right ways, my love was always unconditional.