Sidewalk Chalk

I wear my thoughts on my face. I've learned this about myself within the past couple of years - I think I knew it all along, but someone actually brought it to my attention - and you would think knowing this would give me some kind of control over it but I seem to have none. or maybe it's the discipline I lack.

I am very thin skinned

I can't stand to fly. It's not as much a heights issue as it is a control and claustrophobia issue.

I am a huge animal lover and most times find myself with more sympathy for animals than people.

I have an irrational fear of tornadoes - lilopsophobia - look it up

I don't swim well

I'm pretty certain that the person I'm with doesn't have a mean bone in his body and being with me only accents his pleasing nature

I over-analyze EVERYTHING. - I just over-analyzed if over-analyze should have a hyphen or not.

I still love Prince as much as I did when I was a teenager. Every once in a while I'll see his face on a magazine and I'll get that light in my eyes along with the overwhelming urge to buy it and then I have to remind myself that I'm not 13 anymore.

My favorite color is orange.

I would love to own a motorcycle, would settle for a vespa, but I'm too much of a coward to ride either.