#bunnyswag

5. weird things i do when i’m alone.

Ok I have to avoid getting gross so let’s get weird instead. I’ve at times stared at the back of my hand so that I could truthfully say I know something like the back of my hand.

Like most people I research some really weird stuff, whatever takes my fancy.

Talk to myself. A lot. Less so out loud recently, but still, and always always always in my head.

Coming up with wild exaggerated stories about what my friends are up to. Sometimes I get detailed and realistic but mostly its just silly stuff, with pirates, bears, ninjas, etc etc.

I used to experiment a bit with cooking, haven’t in more than a year though. 

Man it’s hard to keep in mind the “weird” part, I do most things alone lol.

I daydream a lot, about alternate lives or choices.

I personally don’t think this one is weird but it might count:

Not wearing pants or maintaining some degree of undress!

Sometimes I drive with the window down with certain kinda of music playing and I feel like I’m in one of those slow motion scenes where it’s just the music and the visual. Very dramatic

I’m sure there’s more, I’ll add if I remember…

6. how i’d spend ten thousand bucks. (just cause you mentioned it xP)

On my debt, immediately. Or a two way trip to the Philippines for personal reasons.

26. story of my first kiss.

Hmm I don’t know if there’s that much to tell, we’d only been on two dates, she was over and just hanging out, we had that nervous energy about us. She sat on my lap while we talked, on that big red chair I still have. I don’t even remember what we were talking about because the kiss turned into making out and whatever else we were talking about just wasn’t important. I remember us both deciding to not going farther that night because we thought it wasn’t good to go too far too fast.

A bit of a disclaimer though, my memory is spotty about this stuff, makes me kinda sad that I’m not 100% on the memory of my first kiss, but there may have been one before this event. This is the one that sticks with me most powerfully, to be fair. There was just so much mutual inexperience and attraction, at a time where we weren’t so comfortable with each other that we hid nothing from each other. The feeling of being on the edge of control was also a wee bit intoxicating, and to pull back from that heat was like a gust of cold air on a hot night. I remember most the tactile side of things, the warmth, the way the air felt, her presence, that sort of thing.

Not perhaps the most outstanding or unique experience but certainly exciting for me!