NOT face planting on my bike. It means I no longer have awesome glasses, and makes my side ass hurt.
DEFINITELY driving under bridges in the rain/snow (seasonal). Wearing skirts. Speaking in accents I've never heard. Adventure walks. Saying "christ on a bicycle" as a curse, just so I can get the mental image. Shortening it to "Christicle" for fun. Sidewalk chalk. Big spooning. Hugs.
my new glasses.
I have a schizo music collection. It's in chronological order, only because I think it's funny to see how I've evolved. It definitely contains a Ricky Martin CD that I got as a gift from my dad. This inevitably causes people to pause, and is always the point where people start judging me. I'm just livin' la vida loca, assholes.
Most recently- quirky stuff, electronic musics, rock rebellion type things, canadian indie dealies, songs in french and other sexy languages (this includes the subcategory of: Sexy Ukranian Accents ala Eugene Hutz and his pile of gypsies).
Not often enough these days.
Not unless it's on Jenny's couch, Sica's couch, or Bre's closet.
I've been reading more of these. Turns out they can be quite entertaining.
Claire Danes. Emily Haines. Your mom. Oh, you mean the sandwich? How silly of me... grilled cheese, please. Heroes always let me down.