My ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend told me to go to Barcelona instead of Madrid. I’m going to follow her advice when I get the chance. I don’t hate her anymore.

Sometimes, when I smoke, I wonder what our first meeting would be like. And a smile spreads across my lips. Almost always.

I don’t like flowers.

For the life of me, I can’t listen to FM radio stations. I just can’t stand all those unnecessary DJ chatters.

I only really like a handful of my relatives. This is the reason why I hate family things.

I <3 Ne-Yo.

I own a stack of pink Bicycle cards.

I always dance in the shower.

I splurge on high-end in-ear earphones. It makes me guilty to be spending more than a hundred bucks on a pair but I love the isolation it gives me from the rest of the world.

Old people on Facebook creep me out.

I hate blue. There. I’ve said it.

I went to church today and actually prayed.

(I also asked for an instant absolution for my going to church actually drunk.)