I am an obsessive compulsive with an overactive imagination. I make up stories in my head, just like I was reading a book. It never occurred to me until recently that I am pretty strange. I am a loner and I have been for as long as I can remember. I am a homebody, walking that thin line of being a total shut in. I always try to make friends but they never stick, why, I don't know. I have been with my husband sense I was 16. I have the strangest three year old son ever, he may be to much like me. I also have four cats, five dogs, and two goats, yes it is a mad house. My contemplation will be my downfall, if it hasn't been already. I am notorious for seeing how a full glass will be half empty if I drink any. My emotions are my logic. I am a contradiction to myself and I make nothing simple. I always dreamed of having a girlfriend that fit into my life, I've become jaded though. I have an affinity for Stars, they make anything instantly more appealing to me. I maintain that cupcakes can make anything seem a little better, as do milkshakes. I accumulate to much stuff, just because I can. I'm quite possibly the most organized packrat you'll ever meet. I collect retro toys, or just toys in general. Girly 80's have the most appeal though. I would die without creativity, and will try to make anything once. I have a deep appreciation for anything that isn't mainstream, but done with heart. I've learned from life that the best things happen by accident, just like good pictures.