(Version 5.1)
I like fruit roll-ups.
I'm always paranoid about slamming on my brakes in traffic and someone rear-ending my car while I just happen to be scratching my eye because I don't want it to get poked out. That freaks me out daily. I'm serious.
I'm really into Journalistic trends, more than the act of Journalism itself because it kind of gets me down.
I think bands should contact me before putting hidden tracks on their album. I will most likely tell them that they should make the hidden track the last song, and the crappy last song should be the hidden track because I would like to avoid having to press "FWD" for three minutes to get through said crappy last song because the hidden track is clearly a better song. Getting in touch with me first will save your fans a lot of time and effort. Pete Yorn, heed.
I like Gold Toe socks. They are smooshy and padded. They make my feet comfy.
It drives me nuts when people put the toilet paper roll on the holder so that the toilet paper is coming out from underneath.
I like when bumper stickers are grammatically incorrect because that further indicates to me that your viewpoints about abortion and Calvin and Hobbes cartoons are not worth my time.
I like words. Examples of some favorites are egregious, skulduggery and esoteric.
I wish I could snap my fingers and make certain people disappear. A few come to mind.
I've worked in a coffee shop for ten years come this summer. There used to be a girl that would come in every day and ask for "a glass of hazelnut." This pissed me off and made me cringe because we didn't have "glasses." We had "cups," and they were made out of styrofoam. I was clueless as to how she felt comfortable ordering that way.
I think that if musicians can write shitty songs about people, then those people should be able to write shitty blogs about the musicians without any judgements to the blogger. It's not fair that the blog would be looked upon as tacky and out of line. Ain't that a bitch?
Anything that is miniature, I love.
There was this one time I met a boy who has eyes like the ocean and I fell in love with him and now he is my whole wide world. That is pretty rad.
I am pretty obsessed with my Chuck Taylors.
I would like to read books all day.
Makeup cannot stay on my face for more than three seconds. I'll wipe it right off.
Who's obsessed with pizza and can eat it everyday, multiple times a day? That's right, folks. Me, me and me. Uhluvit. Gonna go eat some right now, in fact.
In kindergarten, I stuck my hair barrette in the light socket and made the electricity in the whole school flicker on and off. I also burnt the shit out of my pinky and got my name written on the board with three checkmarks beside it. Thank God the teacher was concerned with using her colored chalk and not my poor little six-year-old ass. Um, there are electrical socket guards for kids like me. Use them.
Pictures . Always.
