Girl, Interrupted

I like Winona Ryder. She's kind of freaky, but it's cool. Her movies are good. She's lovely. I wish I could cut my hair that short and still look good.

My Favorite Color

I don't have a favorite color. I remember when we moved into the house I live in now. I was three, and my parents painted my room pastel pink with a mickey and minnie mouse border. When I got a little bit older, they asked me what color I wanted my room. I replied with black. My mother has this really warped way of decorating. She picks out a comforter and sheets. She then decorates the room around the bedspread. Okay? I don't really care for the color pink, but my mom said that if I let her buy this bed set, she'd let me open a Christmas present. She tricked my little kindergartner self. So, anyways, she bought this pink bed spread with purple, green, and yellow flowers. Then, they proceeded to decorate my room with a puppy and kitten border with sponge painting that matched the pattern of the cloth with a pink and white striped wallpaper that went up a third of the wall. Yikes. When people used to ask me what my favorite color was, I'd say blue. I never really liked blue. I just told people that because it was my parents' favorite color. When I was in the fifth grade, all my friends went away to summer camp, and their mothers redid their rooms. My mother sent me to my grandma's house. I returned to a bright, purple room. I went through this phase where black was my favorite color. I think it was more of me trying to rebel. It's whatever. I still have a purple room. I don't really care for it. I want to paint it turquoise or beige. I don't like brown. I think yellow is lovely. I don't have a favorite color.

Landing on a runway....

Hi, my name is Taylor. This is my blog. There will be more eventually.

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