“Can you define who you are without telling me what you are?”
I love breakfast, but rarely have time to make a coffee … that 10 or 15 min extra sleep always seems to be worth it
I get frustrated when I cant figure things out, problems have solutions … when i cant find it … it breaks me.
I can’t sit idle I get antsy
I don’t sleep enough … I feel like I’m missing something if I am
I fly by the seat of my pants
I’m random and plan little. Big things usually… little things rarely. Today is sunny, tomorrow might be cold … that still doesn’t mean I’ll remember a sweater. I just hope there’s one in the trunk :)
I don’t give up easy
I throw myself 100%/Whole hearted into things I want to do
I do many things I don’t want to do, but its always easier to do with a smile on my face … or with someone who makes me laugh or puts the smile there
I have horse shoes like nobodies business … to a point, I’m also gifted … which may also be the luck of the draw
I feed off the love and energy of others
I have many friends … few I open up too … but i guess that’s the norm. But few see me down to the core at my extreme worst or best. I’ve cried in front of one person in years … the person who knows me straight through.
my eyes say it all. I’m very easy to read
still good at poker though … i guess that’s the horseshoes
I’m pretty sure peter and I were under his dads VW changing wheel bearings when he asked me this.
we always seemed to have the deepest conversations with dirty clothes on and jack stands beside our heads
but i think in this case I just turned to him and said “I’m the shit … now pass me that ratchet”
