alright. so here’s the deal- i’ve been “tagged” by a certain bathroomie o’ mine. now, i’m not really sure what the rules are but i believe i’m supposed to entertain you with 5 weird and random facts concerning myself. i’ll let you in on a few quirks, but you should know, if i were to really divulge, i would have to kill each and every one of you. and frankly, i don’t have time for that nor the money to hire someone else to do it.
so here it is:
1. i have an obsession with dasani. perhaps you know this but do you realize how utterly out of control the situation is? other than the fact that it [and it alone] rhymes with my last name, it is the final word when it comes to drinkable h2o. my fridge is constantly stocked with it and i have even created a fine work of art from saved up labels. yes, it’s true.
2. for as far back as i can remember i’ve had this thing for the shape of a pyramid… but in dots. like i start with three dots on the bottom row, two on top of those, and then one at the tippiest top. kinda like this [but without the bottom row]. i tap my fingers to it, keep a beat with it, and lots of times i dream about it. weird.
3. i’ve never used powder detergent before. actually, i hadn’t heard of it until this year when i was forced to purchase some as 20 something had no liquid in stock. i am so intimidated by it that i still have not opened the box. i mean, powdered detergent? really? it’s been a few months now and i have a feeling it shall be a few months more.
4. i watched national lampoon’s christmas vacation for the first time friday night. it really didn’t live up to all the hype. you’d have thought i had just admitted to first degree murder with some of the reactions to ‘i’ve never seen it.’.
5. i’ve always been attracted to older people. and i don’t know why. when i was a kid, i HATED nursing homes and i think i still do. scare the poo outta me. but other than that- my greatest friends are old… boys i am attracted to are old. i spent this entire weekend with friends that are all at least 5 years older than myself. explain this to me. or don’t. |