Yes, I have just bought 'Closer' magazine. Celebrity gossip is my guilty pleasure. After years of slogging through law books and a job that entails hours and hours of reading legal cases, sometimes it's nice to read about Jordan and Chezza Cole.
Yes, I think it is acceptable to eat leftover pizza, chinese takeaway, cheese and biscuits and KFC (it opens at 11am! AM! see?) for breakfast. It's hark back to my student days and I don't see anything wrong with it.
Yes, I cry too much. It's not an attempt to make anyone feel guilty, or to gain sympathy. It's just how I am. I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm sad, I cry when I'm angry. It helps to get it out of my system. I'd rather be this way than bottle things up and become resentful.
Yes, I get hurt by 'playful banter' sometimes and yet, at other times, I can take it and give it back as good as I get. I'm getting better.
Yes, I over analyse things to the point of ridiculousness. I take a throwaway comment, or snappy remark, and I think about it and turn it around and look at it from every angle. It's not because I'm neurotic or crazy. I just want to make sure everything's ok. I'm learning to let go a little.
Yes, I talk too much. I fill silences that don't need to be filled. But it's not because I feel awkward or feel like something needs to be said, I just have a lot of words in my head. Sometimes (most of the time) they spill out. If I overtalk when I'm around you, it means I think you're pretty special.
Yes, I am immature sometimes. I laugh at words like 'penetrate' and 'erect'. I giggle at 'homosapien' and 'moist'. I can make an innuendo out of anything and make even the most innocent words sound rude. It's just my sense of humour. It may not be ladylike but I never do it in inappropriate situations (well, almost never).
Yes, sometimes I need a hug or a few nice words if I'm having a particularly crappy time. It's not because I want to seem like a damsel in distress, it's just because, sometimes, it's nice to know that someone cares.
Yes, I get stressed and moody and I find it difficult to cope sometimes. Just give me time and a bit of love and I'll talk myself out of it eventually.
Yes, I am an idiot. I am daft to the point of irritation. I will make up songs, I will make stupid jokes, I will oink at you or make a noise like a squawking crow. If I do these things around you, again, it's because I think you're marvellous and I feel like I can be myself around you. Cherish it.
Yes, I am all of the above. And so many more. But everyone has their faults, don't they?
(Idea pinched from acheerydisposition)