In For The Kill

I like it when people call me Lizzie but would hate it if everyone did. I eat chocolate every day. I eat sushi. I couldn’t live without coffee. Techno/electronic music makes me feel happy. I like to work, be the best I can. I hate wasting time. I am positive and optimistic. Pessimism is frustrating. I make people laugh unintentionally, sometimes intentionally. Laughter fills my soul. My family and friends are the most important thing in the world. I’m selfishly independent. I am obsessed with large cities. Living in London is the best thing I have done. I always want to learn about others. I want to help people. I want to inspire those around me. I run. I swim. I cry during movies. I feel cool in sunglasses. I want to travel the world. I will visit each state before I die. I play cribbage. I will have a great love. I have been hurt. I will always find new passions. I care for everyone. I have always wanted to blog for no one other than myself. I believe in God. Photography is breathtakingly beautiful, so is a fresh snowfall. I am obsessed with Christmas. I could dance forever. I believe in gay rights. And woman’s rights. I am a musician. I wear big earrings. And boots. I always want to watch a movie. Sex and the City and Friends always clear my head. I could learn about psychology always, and religion. I find new music and share it. Reunions are life changing. I will visit Greece. I will ride a hot air balloon. Diet cokes are perfect on a hot summer day. Cabernet is my favorite wine. I surround myself with positive people. I am comfortable being alone. I don’t smoke cigarettes anymore but think about it often. I love cooking. I love learning. My favorite color is blue, always has been. I’m unbelievable organized. I love art, the passion and strength you can see from a painting is inspiring. I will learn another language. I feel important in heels. I will have no regrets. When I go to a bar, I get a Miller Lite but like most beers. I am an explorer. I am strong. I have great ambition. I will make a difference. I’m a bad mamma jamma. When I’m gone, I will be remembered.