things i won't apologize for.

listening to christmas music at times other than christmas

liking butterscotch and cardigans and the golden girls and other "old lady-ish" things

loving madea movies

watching old episodes of dawson's creek, cringing and all

disliking jelly beans and gummy bears, but liking candy corn, probably too much

getting mad at my team. it's my team; i can do that.

somehow hating and loving yoga in equal measure

furiously loving the people in my life

pioneer woman marathons and daydreaming about living on a ranch

having two books with me at all times only to stare out the window and people-watch

lifetime movies. i'll never apologize for these.

choosing dark nail polish over light, almost always

counting the days until it's appropriate to buy pumpkins

loving carnations

being the "grammar police"

never putting milk in my cereal

collecting j.crew catalogs

wanting a certain treadmill at the gym and being annoyed when i can't have it

wanting a certain bike during spin class and being annoyed when i can't have it 

sometimes wishing for rain

squealing when seeing babies, dogs, old people holding hands, colin firth

being particular about my food

being particular about a lot of things. my life, my rules.
ending this post's title with a preposition. i'm not sorry. and i'm not alone.
staring at this picture. i'm happy. and i'm most definitely not sorry about that.