One major thing I learned about myself is that my memory SUCKS. I'll forget a name, date, ect within an hour. But I remember the colors, the smells, the tastes, the feeling that I have. I have always tried to communicate how much of a sensual person I am. Most confuse this for sexual. Like all the paintings I saw while in Madrid, the few that I fell in love with made me feel something, evoked an emotional response. I saw texture in the paintings, placed myself in the paintings.
Even when talking to the guys I date, I have a LOT of trouble feeling a connection if he doesn't show any vulnerability.
ANGELA BASSET + ER = I'll be watching it religiously this year.
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