I like blue.

I like blue.

I am not fond of orange. The high school I went to had black and orange as their colors. Part of the school song went: “so stand black and orange proudly”. But when we sang it we changed it to: “so stand like an orange proudly.”

I only like navy blue and sky blue. I don’t like that awful color in the Crayola box labeled “blue.”

My favorite color is yellow. Not pastel yellow. I love screaming daffodil-lemon-highlighter-sunshine yellow.
My high school colors were maroon and white, I’m pretty neutral about them.

I like navy and silver… can I count that as a color?

My mobile phone, sandals, favorite cap, watch, etc. are all that combination - and no I wasn’t trying to match.

Hi there!

Hi Mr. Blue Sky

I like purple.

It’s pretty, and not overwhelmingly bright. Purple doesn’t demand attention like red or yellow, or dare I say… blue! And purple doesn’t need to prove itself to the likes of green or orange. Purple fly’s below the radar.

But when you least expect it, purple will sneak up behind you and slit your throat.

I am a purple.

I’m okay with blue. Blue’s a nice color. My car is a nice shade of blue.

But I loooove orange. I have orange sheets and an orange rug and orange-scented air-freshener that’s like sticking your nose in an orange. In the fall I plan to paint the walls of my dorm room orange, and then it will be like living in an orange!! Yay!! I will love it.

Also hot pink. Hot pink is a great color. Not wussy pastel baby pink. Not Barbie-candy-pink, but bright, brilliant flaming fuschia hot-pink. Lurve it!

Green for me.

The green you see when you look at a reflection of the sun through a prism. That pure, rich, wonderful green.

Gimme more!