I leave notes for myself on the bathroom mirror. In red lipstick. I talk to myself. Outloud.
I talk to others. Sometimes they aren't there. I fingerpaint. I paint my toes. I have
great feet. My eyes have sunflowers in them.  I spend a fortune on my hair, but I don't own a brush.
I always carry a camera, but forget to take pictures. I clean my house, but don't hang up my clothes.
My favorite color is turquoise. And pink. And purple. I sing along to showtunes. I read trashy magazines. And the articles. I eat ice cream in the winter. With  hot chocolate.  I don't keep peanut
butter or avocados in the house. Because I will eat them in one sitting. Maybe even together. I bite my fingernails when they get too long. Then file them. I hate to moisturize, but always floss. I believe fortune cookies. And that whatever thoughts you water will grow. I don't kill spiders. Unless they are in the shower with me. I'm outgoing, but love to be alone. Sometimes I'm a contradiction, but I'm not.
I paint like I think.
Like I live.
in
organized chaos