I am a walking manual of self defense mechanisms.
I could quote the movie "Rounders" backwards, and I'm really good at old maid.
I'm okay at driving, but I once almost killed my brother trying to park.
I have fast reflexes, and I'm talented at getting fishing hooks unstuck from trees.
I'm not very good at fishing.
The weirdest thing I've ever eaten is sea urchin, with frog legs as a close second.
My phone number is lucky.
I have family in Detroit and Costa Rica and New Zealand and Seattle and Oregon but we don't talk about my cousins in New York.
I love the smell of a forest after rain.
I am always willing to get wet.
My hair does whatever it wants, if I do something else with it, you're special.
I've never been overseas, but I once got "randomly selected" when I was flying to Seattle.
I'd rather call than text.
I talk about myself like I'm the winning hit in the World Series, but that's only because I don't want to rely on anyone else to do it for me.
I never want children, but I love kids.
I love writing letters.
I will swim in the ocean until I am belly up in my own bubbles.
I get paid to make a fool of myself behind the camera.
I will fight for my friends until the bitter end, it's why my head beats faster than my heart some days
Some days,
I do not stop crying long enough to watch the day get better
But some days
I do not stop laughing long enough
To let the day get worse
These are things that most people never bother to learn.
I guess you were no different.
But I only got better after you left.
Even if there are still days that I cry quiet tears
In the backseat of my father's pickup truck
I have learned
(In fishing, and in life)
That sometimes it's better
To cut off the lure
And let it sink
