I don't like Mountain Dew or video games.
I don't watch TV in my spare time.
I don't play computer games,
although I spent far too much money on the Sims,
and I am more tan inclined to do so again.
I don't play any instrument and I don't sing.
Unless you count at home with locked doors
or on long road trips with good friends.
I still like anime, although it is now more of a memory than a hobby.
I used to like to read, but that has since
tapered off, which is not to say
that picking up a good book isn't satisfying.
I write, but not really.
I plan all year so I can write for one month
and knock out an entire novel in 30 days.
Sometimes I'm successful.
I drink Coke.
I watch too many videos on Facebook
and read articles written by mothers, for mothers
though I am not one.
I can't play the same app for more than
a week without getting bored.
In between novels, I write journal entries
and poems that don't rhyme
and have no flow.
I speak German
and complain about French.
My boyfriend gives me chocolate and pens for gifts
even though he knows I won't eat the chocolate
and that I have far too many pens.
And I am happy.
