wouldn't it be nice?

If we could be honest. I mean really, really honest with certain aspects of our lives? How good would that feel? Imagine…pretty damn good.

Let's go with the idea that this is a series of phrases and ideas…moments in time that may or may not be fictional;) That was a wink.

Ok. Go:

Size does matter.

So does being witty.

And confident.

And not addicted.

Being unkind is the most disgusting quality I find in a person. And am still baffled by this

type of personality still existing and not being cancelled out by society. Call me naive, call me a musical theatre major, but I have the strongest conviction that there's good in everyone.

Being organized.

Being clean matters. When your space is messy (on all accounts, boo-ya) it's clear your head is a hot mess.

Truly engaging another person.

The last guy I dated never once gave me an orgasm.

I've had 12 in a row (not by that guy).

Smile. Seriously ya'll, smile.

Most asians should not drive ever.

I went there. If you were offended, well, you probably bump your head often, find Mitt Romney a valid candidate, and will stop reading before the end of this sentence.

Stereotypes exist for a reason: BECAUSE THEY ARE TRUE.

Never let a girl pay on a first date.

Chivalry does exist.

Ryan Gosling and Jon Hamm are the most attractive male celebrities by far at this moment in time.

Not having an inherit opinion on music = contributing nil to society and/or your DNA has a lazy eye.

Certainty. Never leave home without it.

Thoughts become things so dammit stop being so negative because I don't wanna hear it and no one else you know wants to either.

Loyalty is everything, so stop pretending it's not.

Gay men always favor big booby girls who know how to apply makeup.

Everyone knows those are hair extensions. Just have short hair, or be patient while it grows.

If you never had to have a job, and you consider yourself wealthy/successful, well stop fooling yourself. The only thing you succeeded in was that you won the MOST RANDOM lottery of being born in a first world nation.(sidebar: and had parents who decided to not challenge you because of their own guilt in their "difficult upbringing".)

Birds scare me.

And so do awkward men who dress like women. (because I start to get sad, and think how do you not know that you are trying so much harder than any living female around, to be feminine, and yet never are…. have bad wigs and nails, and very large feet.)

Men who eat alone make me cry.

Preaching atheism is as gross as preaching any other religion that ever existed. Not knowing this is the crux of ignorance.

Childhood is as good as it feels it gets.

The first man who truly loves you is your dad.

The only boy who will always love you is your son.

Social awkwardness is still, bless your heart, being awkward in relating to human beings.

…..and more. Funny how easy it is to censor yourself in your own tiny blog.