Lists.

I really like the word clavicle. That's pretty much it on that subject.

Things to do before I die:
- Get married.
- My Riley Joy.
- Travel to Ireland, and Paris.
- Be famous.
- Learn to make better lists.

Things that make me happy:
- Stevey.
- My animals.
- Good music.
- Dancing.
- My phone/texting.
- Steak n' Shake.
- Sex.
- Cigarettes.
- Nakedness.
- I dunno, lots of other things.

Stevey:
A list of miniscule things could never do justice to how the heart feels. How it explodes with happiness, how it breaks with every goodnight. A list can't say "I love you", a list can't say "I would die for you". A list could never express how much I love his words, his thoughts, his antics. Couldn't show any emotion. And when I think of something like this, the only thing possible is just to be flooded with emotion.

Random facts:
- I get cold really easily, and I stay cold for a long time.
- I'm touchy.
- I like being picked up, but hate being surprised.
- I need a car of my own.
'- And a license.
- I hate getting too warm, because it makes me nauseus.
- I don't like it when my dad yells, it makes me cry.
- My eyes hurt.