Ok. So.

Everyone already knows that I am a strange person, who doesn't always express how she feels for fear of people thinking she's nuts.

Well.
I'll just say I'll admit I'm crazy right now, just, to... you know, get that out of the way right now, so you don't have to leave me a pointless comment.


There are two things I can't put my finger on as to why I'm attracted to them. One, being old taverns. Like, old ones, before or during the 1800's. Not just the buildings, but there is something terribly appealing to me to own one. The room hazy with smoke from pipes, a warm fire blazing in the corner of the room, live music playing... the moon outside peeking in. Gah, I don't know it's just, a comforting feeling to me.

Another thing is, a bit more recently I have been attracted to pipe smoking. This strange fantasy kicked in around three months or so ago. I don't know what it is. I love the look of pipes, I love the taste of smoke (not that I would know by smoking one myself!), and the smell of a butter-rum or butterscotch, sweet tobacco. I don't know I love everything about them.

But it would be really strange to see a teenage girl smoking a pipe.
Not that I don't have enough things about me to make people think I'm a loon.
And I don't live for the reactions of others either...
I just, go for what I like, and usually why I like is weird.

GAH anyway, yeah, that's my strange... cravings? as of late. -sigh-