this is how it works - you're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't.

Some things about myself that I've finally fully accepted:

• I am not a dog person. I've never bonded with a dog, don't ever plan to own one, and am totally grossed out by dog hair. If this makes me a bad person, so be it. On the other hand, I LOVE cats. I've had seven cats in my lifetime and have loved five of them deeply as some of my best friends. The other two were passive aggressive assholes. Actually, all but one of them was an asshole, really... but I loved them and they loved me in their special (read: asshole-ish) way.

• I don't operate well on less than 8 hours of sleep. I know I'm spoiled and that most people don't have the opportunity and/or ability to get this much sleep in adulthood - I relish my spoiled-ness and roll around in it like a pig in mud. The times I have gotten less sleep than my body needs and I've tried to compensate with coffee have been... oh let's see... disastrous? That might be an exaggeration. Or not.

• I get anxious easily and it shows in every facet of my non-verbal communication. This is something I'd like to improve about myself, but since it's such an abstract thing, I really don't know how much success I'll have with that.

• I have a severe weakness for a specific "junk food" - Spaghettios & meatballs. I know it's technically disgusting, but it tastes how being 8 felt.