I tend to really enjoy when musicians do covers of crappy popular songs and change it around to make it something new. Like: Whatever You Like (cover by Anya Marina)
I’m nostalgic about my high school metabolism more often than I’m proud of.
If someone were to ever put a hidden camera in my car and catch me singing/dancing along to songs, I think I would be more comfortable starting a whole new life with new friends than just waiting out the embarrassment of people I know having seen that.
At one point in time today, I found an opened and unfinished NutRageous candy bar on Mike’s desk. I don’t remember when I bought it/how long it’s been sitting there open. I finished it. It was delicious.
I’m not sure how long it’s been since I last shaved my legs. I’m like a woodland creature.
Mike gave me one of his pain killers the night I came home from the dentist after having fillings done. I could easily see myself getting addicted to those. I won’t. Gosh, I just said that I won’t. I can handle my life, people. Back off.
I burned my finger on a curling iron yesterday. I feel a little bit like a hero for how little I’ve complained/whined about it.
If the Glee Project had been around when I was in high school, you can bet your sweet ass I would have seriously considered auditioning. it would have been humiliating/soul crushing, but it just might have happened.
I’m a terrible cook and I’m painfully aware of it, but I’m also incredibly defensive about it.
My nephew Matthew spazzing out in a sugar rush today (he’s just over a year old?) was one of the cutest things ever. I still have no desire to reproduce any time soon.
Sometimes I take work home with me and it just sits in my car overnight/all weekend. I still feel like I’ve accomplished something.
When it comes to our cats, I have a clear and obvious favorite. Here’s looking at you, Captain. Suck it, Eddie. You’re a mean, fat monster.
I pretty much have one single pair of jeans that I wear constantly. I own at least two other pairs that fit great and should be worn, but they’re too long and I’m too lazy to get them hemmed.
I almost never wash my make-up off at night, even thought I’m totally aware of how horrible it is for my skin. I also abhor lotion despite the fact that my skin is getting more and more reptilian.
I can’t keep a secret to save my life (sorry, everyone).
Mike & I haven’t hiked since I posted about hiking. It was a good (two week?) run (slow, clumsy walk).
I genuinely enjoy Hart of Dixie.
I hate Bjork for no real reason. I’m confident that I will never come around.