Hello

I'm Vicky and if I met myself, I don't think that I would like me.

I like giraffes and bubble wrap and granola bars and top hats and basements and the sky and rain. I eat peanut butter every single day. I wonder about where socks go when they disappear in the dryer. I say things without thinking so they usually turn out sounding rather stupid. I never know what to say when someone asks "what's up."

I don't like books with too-small font. I hate writing "g" and "y." Sometimes I think everyone secretly hates me. Other time I think everyone except for me is a robot. I get paranoid.

I start things, but rarely finish them if I don't have to, so that in itself might be the death of this blog. I don't like the word "random." I can count on one hand the number of people I hate.

I think poetry is lame. I know that songs are poetry put to music, but music is one of my favorite things in the world.

I actually like Lord of the Flies. I say a lot more things in my head than I do out loud. I can live without a cellphone (GASP). I can live without oxygen, for about a minute.

I like mornings only if I'm already awake. I think people try too hard to be unique. I've never seen "The Nightmare Before Christmas." My favorite band writes songs about fried chicken and breakdancing. I don't like whiney music. I can't stand it when people pretend to be hyperactive.

I talk to myself. I fall down stairs frequently. I do not like describing myself.