m o n a m i

I'm your normal abnormal gal -- drowning almost everything in Tabasco, being selectively lactose intolerant, loving the smell of AC blasting in hotel rooms/cars, and missing home so much, that I actually log onto San Francisco news stations websites to watch Live Traffic cameras! I love stupid trivia because it makes me feel smart and I hate seeing toes hang over a sandal, gripping the edge of the shoe for dear life... like you couldn't buy one size larger! I'm opinionated yet accepting and easily amused with no desire to be impressed. "Twig and Berries" refers to my friendship with the two bestest pals a girl could ever have, Karen & Seda. I also miss the original "Legion of Doom", you know who you all are. If you sneeze, and I bless you, and you say "No thanks" because you're Agnostic, I won't get offended. All too often, people become appalled at the thought of women burping, farting, or talking about taking dumps. Well, news flash, we have the same bodily functions and then some. So don't be surprised if I tell you that I have to blast a dookie. Shit happens -- literally. I love when girls say that they're a bitch to try to compensate for lack of personality. Even better, when one says she gets along with mostly guys because girls are drama. Hmm, sounds like YOU'RE drama. Mr. Nasir Jones said it best, "No idea's original. There's nothing new under the sun. It's never what you do but how it's done." I like to break the ice by asking random questions like: Does water have a "water" taste or a lack of taste? I mean, if we are blindfolded and drank 5 different beverages, water among the 5, we would know water from the rest. Now, since the tongue is broken up into 4 sections of taste buds -- receptors of sweet, bitter, sour, and salt -- how can the taste of water actually exist? If you can give me a sound rebuttal on this, don't be skurrred.