I like to write. I like to ride my bike. I like to write. I like to bake and do the perfect cupcake. With a whole lotta of love. And nuts. I like to sing, I like my wedding ring, I like the Bling Ring and everything else Sofia Coppola related. I like to smile and play with toys each day, a while. I have a kid and this may be the best I did. I love to write and I do write letters to my kid. On my blog*. I love to fly, if I could be a pilot, I would be, instead I am a copywriterand maybe that was meant to be. I love Jay Z and eating; I hate to wake up early, but I love to waste time reading; I enjoy prosciutto on a plate of wood and always-always accept mussels over any other food; I love Louie and all good comedy wannabes; I may love you too if you show up to be true. To others but especially to me.
What did you get from my sonnet? Wait. It’s not a sonnet. Did you get upset? It’s just a set of words. Words from my own world. To show you that I like to write, that it is fun to play a trick, although is neither a limerick.