Animal Print Pants Out of Control
February 1, 2012
So on Sweet Tater Blog, she was tagged with a post activity to post 11 things about her. I’ve always been a sucker for these, because frankly the idea of being this narcissistic and prideful (why else do we have blogs?) in a list format with our readers is kind of a writing turn on.
Oh yeah I said it.
- I have become insanely entranced with Oatmeal. I know, it’s random, and weird, and kind of blah, but I love it. I’ve been adding everything to it. I’m thinking about doing a page on here for 30 different ways to dress up your oatmeal. It will be epic, and most recipes will contain Peanut Butter I am sure.
- I’ve gone from a gagillion splenda’s a day in my coffee, smoothie, life, air, eyes, to 3 packets total.
- When I am angry, I clean like a mofo. I’m not joking. I will start on one end of the main level and vacuum, swiffer, dust, disinfect, scrub, rearrange, etc. until I’ve ‘worked through my issues’. If that doesn’t work, there is always an upstairs and basement.
- I have an unrelenting desire to be a baker. Not just a person who bakes at home, but someone who like bakes professionally. I would love to have thought up the Cupcake Shop Idea (and had the capital and talent to do it).
- I do not like ‘mystery meat’ by this I mean generic hot dogs – I only buy Nathan’s or Hebrew National, or Bologna (WHAT DOES IT MEAN?). I’m not okay with the idea of random fillers in my food, so I’m scared of things that aren’t forthcoming with their ingredients.
- I could literally watch Sex and the City reruns and both movies all the time, without getting bored. Same with Friends, Will and Grace, and pretty much any movie staring Drew Barrymore.
- I have not read any of the Harry Potter books, nor have I seen any of the movies. I feel ashamed to start now, and have a feeling that I will be chastised more for being late to the party then for not reading them at all.
- I start writing a story and it completely takes off. I usually lose control around the 15th page and then I have to go back and re-read because my mind has ventured down too many paths to remember how we got here at the end.
- I think I sound very arrogant when I write anything. I go back and re-edit things to tone down my assertiveness.
- I am constantly worried about what other people think of me. It’s vastly debilitating and well, I’m sure it hurts more than helps.
- I do not deserve the life I’ve been given, so I’m trying not to take it for granted.
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