Favorite Color

Orange is my favorite color. I don't know how many people know that. I'm sure that not all of my friends in the office do. I guess if most people would look at me they would say that my favorite color would either be pink, purple or even blue.

I don't have a lot of stuff that I bring to work that are colored orange. If you look at my room it doesn't scream orange as well. If you look inside my closet, you'll see that there aren't many orange colored clothes as well. So, maybe people who did not hear from me that I love orange would never think that orange is my favorite color.

Well, unless they carefully observe me, how when I make scrapbooks I assign a lot of orange paper and orange stickers to pictures of myself, how my eyes lit up whenever I see cute stuff that are colored orange, how orange articles/items attract my attention when I'm inside a mall, how much I appreciate the colors inside a fast food store, how I like brown because it's close to orange, how I love peach roses because there the nearest natural shade of roses to orange.

So, why the hell am I saying these things? I watched "Stomp The Yard" on DVD yesterday. There was a scene there where DJ told April that based on his observations he knew that April's favorite color is green. When April asked her boyfriend, Grant, what her favorite color is, he first answered red then blue, both of which were incorrect. What's the point? Grant never really knew April.

But it's fine with me if some of my office friends aren't sure about my favorite color. What's not fine is when someone who's supposed to know me more than my friends should doesn't even get my favorite color right.

My favorite color is orange. It's not pink. It's not purple. It definitely wasn't green. It was never red. It was never blue.