1. I am a whore for Diet Coke. I need to chill on the soda. A medium-sized drink at a fast food place is now a bucket of caffeine. 20 ounces was enough; it has to be twice that much now. Bleah.
2. I have
3. The sound of the tattoo needle being turned on scares me more than getting the actual tattoo.
4. I don’t understand why there are so many commercials for yogurt and for mascara.
5. I used to love broccoli and dislike cauliflower. Now things have switched.
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7. I also like Dos Equis, Moosehead, and Grolsch. And I still like Sapporo.
8. I love to watch romantic comedies, especially those involving straight people. I have no explanation for this. Well… most of them are ABOUT straight people, so….
9. Sometimes I think about throwing away my TV and VCR, all my DVDs, and remaining videotapes and just living a happy TV-free existence. Seeing as I just got digital cable, I guess that won’t be happening anytime soon. VCR? Videotapes??
10. I got my cat, George, about six months after I left my parents’ house. George is the best cat ever. Even if she is persnickety and lashes out at people… including me.
11. Aside from six-month stints in (1) an apartment at 19 with a roommate I now refer to as Damien, (2) a dorm room on the campus of my alma mater, located 20 minutes from my parents’ home, and (3) life in a single dorm room at a university about an hour from my parents’ home, I lived with my parents until I was 28. I still have shame issues about that.
12. Othello is my favorite Shakespearean play. Waiting for Godot is my favorite non-Bard play.
13. My cat Gizmo always hides when people come over. I love that she trusts and likes only me and I gloat a little when my company leaves and Gizmo comes out, purring and looking for me. She’s sweet, but she’s a nutball.
15. My body is selectively lactose intolerant. I can eat buckets full of ice cream, but half a piece of cheesecake will take me down within an hour. Not really true anymore. I seem to have grown out of l.i. But I also don’t eat cheesecake very often, generally out of fear.
16. I think James Spader is sexy as all get out, especially in Secretary.
17. I also have a HOOOOGE crush on Vincent D’Onofrio. And Matt Damon.
18. I cannot stand commercials that feature people talking with their mouths full or making yummy, slurpy noises. We get it. The food is good. I’m going to blow up your restaurant now.
19. I routinely went to Starbucks until the one closest to my apartment closed. Nothing has taken over its space and it makes me sad.
20. I think I’m starting to have hot flashes. Given that I’m only 32, this freaks me out a bit. I think I was just warm the day I wrote this.
21. My new cell phone is on order. I plan to recycle
22. When I was 13, my bedroom was pink with cream trim and pink carpet. I *loved* it. When I was 28, that same décor made me feel like I was six.
23. I’m a little more OCD than I previously accepted but none of my tics seriously interrupt my life. Usually they just result in my father calling me Adrian Monk.
24. I clearly remember hearing several Journey songs during my youth.
25. My first concert was the Oak Ridge Boys, whom I loved.
26. I danced to “Elvira” for a sixth grade talent show tryout. I didn’t make the cut.
27. I dig spearmint gum.
28. Symphony candy bars with toffee chips are my favorite candy bars. It’d probably be easier to just come up with a list of candy bars I DON’T like.
29. I have developed a great affection for Gatorade over the past couple years, especially the orange and red kinds. My crush on Gatorade has ended.
30. 7:00 p.m. is my favorite time of the day.
31. I’ve watched Six Feet Under all the way through twice. Both times, the last episode made me sob like I knew the characters personally.
32. I tend to unwind in the evening by watching reruns of Friends. Friends is now on from 4:30 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., which I generally miss, and from midnight until 1:00 a.m. I see those episodes pretty often. It would be easier to buy the whole series on DVD and just go the hell to bed at a decent hour, but that would be r-a-t-i-o-n-a-l.
33. I haven’t smoked in months and can’t tolerate it much anymore. The smell gets to me and I can only smoke for about a week before the inability to take a deep breath pisses me off and I re-quit.
34. My first and middle names are African and routinely botched by pretty much everyone.
35. I was born overseas. My birth certificate proclaims me as “an American citizen born abroad.”
36. When I was an undergrad, I was misclassified as a non-citizen which messed up my student loan. The financial aid clerk glanced at my first name and my birthplace, stared at me, and half-yelled, “HOW LONG HAVE YOU LIVED IN THIS COUNTRY?” Despite the fact that I answered her in perfect English, she yelled and over-enunciated her next few questions as well.
37. I love sushi. But not octopus. Some days, I’d cut a bitch for some salmon.
38. Many of my childhood memories involve being stuck at book sales with my parents and next to my mom in fabric stores, bored senseless.
39. I now love fabric stores and bookstores and could spend a great deal of time in both.
40. I love to buy books, but I don’t always get around to reading them. Sometimes I think I just like to own stuff so I can look at how pretty it is.
41. I can’t settle on a graduate program to apply for. I need to ovary up and apply to a creative writing program. That’s all there is to it.
42. I need to take better care of myself. I do some things, but not enough.
43. Flavored, caffeinated, and “diet” water all freak me out.
44. Cherry Garcia used to be one of my favorite Ben and Jerry ice creams, but I heard about someone choking and dying while eating it and it lost its allure.
45. I love love love to swim.
46. My parents owned a bright orange VW bug when I was a baby. Sometimes I think about buying a bright orange VW bug of my own, although the re-envisioned versions take away from the slug bugs of old.
47. Getting put on blood pressure medicine made me feel ancient and broken.
48. I am instantly calm when I enter a flower shop.
49. I want tattoos on at least one of my forearms, something big on part of my back, something on the back of my neck, possibly something down my spine, and possibly a vine ‘growing’ up my right thigh. I love the freedom to decorate my body the way I choose. Got the neck and forearm tattoos.
50. I had my nipples pierced for about a year. I got bored with the piercings (and also tired of them catching on the bedsheets at night – YEOWCH!) and took the barbells out. I should’ve just changed the jewelry because I doubt I’ll ever go through that experience again. Although hearing myself shout, “SON OF A BITCH!!” when the piercer stabbed my first nip is pretty funny. In retrospect.
51. I have been in a few two many car wrecks.
52. I need to read more. I used to be a voracious reader and I miss that about myself. Reading blogs doesn’t count.
53. I used to hate thrift stores. I’ve been coming around over the last couple years.
54. I can’t stand football. I’ve tried. I’m sorry.
55. I like to crunch up crackers in Ramen noodle soup so that the soup becomes a slightly moist crackery noodle delight. I don’t think I’ve eaten Ramen since I wrote this.
56. I would love to go to a spa for a week and get massaged and rubbed down with salt scrubs and mud packs and to get facials and foot rubs.
57. I would like to have a rice steamer. I used to excel at cooking rice, but I’ve been fucking it up the last few years. I blame the electric stoves I’ve lived with since 2002. I got a rice cooker from Vanessa and Brenda last year and it’s one of the best things I have ever owned.
58. I recently bought bras online and vastly overestimated the size of my boobs. There’s a definite echo in the cups.
59. If I won the lottery, I would buy a house in the mountains in Santa Fe. It would help if I played the lottery.
60. I haven’t gone out for New Year’s Eve in years. Lately, my tradition has been to sleep through the countdown.
61. I love pasta, especially angel hair.
62. One of the best birthday celebrations I ever had was a small get-together with friends that featured an international foods pitch-in dinner.
63. My 15-year high school reunion was a grandiose waste of $40. I am not looking forward to my 20-year reunion next year. Maybe I won’t go. But I skipped my 10th year and was later told I was missed. I can’t win for losing when it comes to high school.
64. I am a terrible skier and would rather be punched in the face rather than ever go canoeing again.
65. I wear earplugs when I sleep. Occasionally I wake up in the middle of the night to find that I’ve taken one out of my ear and I’m holding it. I’m apparently not awake enough when I realize this to put the earplug back in my ear. Once I woke up and found the earplug in my bellybutton. You know. Safe keeping.
66. I have a hard time trusting slim people sometimes or anyone who tells me they lost weight by “you know, just eating less!” as though that’s some incredible secret I had yet to figure out.
67. I used to fantasize about all kinds of baby names but saw an episode of Queer as Folk in which a Jewish character said it was bad luck to name a baby before its birth. After that, I stopped thinking about baby names as much, even though I’m so far from popping out a kid, I might as well be a man. And also not Jewish.
68. I often have Greta Garbo-ish “I vant to be left alone” days. This… is called depression, Maxine. Call your therapist.
69. I tend to forget that I’m tall until someone remarks on it or until I see a photo of myself standing next to people.
70. I don’t understand how people can’t “believe” in homosexuality. It’s not like we’re unicorns.
71. I used to love the smell of gasoline. Not anymore.
72. Sometimes I think about having enough money to buy my parents’ house when they sell it.
73. I tend to look at bed frames in catalogs and pick out favorites based on potential for naughty activity.
74. Sugar or no sugar, grapefruit is the work of Satan.
75. I say “Meep meep!” when I see tiny cars because, of course, “meep meep” is the sound that all tiny car horns make. Generally, Smart Cars evoke this reaction, no matter what their horns actually sound like.
76. I prefer to do laundry with liquid detergent.
77. I am two years and one month older than my brother.
78. I prefer not to cook. I can do it and have made some good stuff, including my mom’s chicken enchiladas and a kickin’ spaghetti sauce, but generally, it’s just a lot of work and I am terribly impatient.
79. I prefer to be barefoot as often as possible. This presents a problem in the wintertime.
80. Sometimes I think about moving places like San Francisco or Seattle or Portland, OR, and I wonder if I’ll ever make it there.
81. I often wonder how I’m going to die. I don’t want to die anytime soon but I’m so curious about the potential of an afterlife and what it’s like that I can almost not stand it.
82. I’ve had surgery twice, both times as an outpatient.
83. Rattan, yes. Wicker, never.
84. I think I would make a good evil overlord. I’d rather use my power for good than evil, but evil overlord would look bitchin’ on a resume.
85. I finally accepted that I don’t like gorgonzola cheese and no amount of trying it was going to change that.
86. I haven’t been overseas for almost
87. I was recently gifted six large canvases and a bunch of paints by a painter friend. Surprisingly, five of them are still blank.
88. Matisse is one of my favorite artists.
89. I also dig Frida Kahlo.
90. I watch TV with the closed captioning turned on.
91. I have never been to Mexico.
92. I developed a love for artichokes at a young age.
93. Once, when I had a bad cold as a kid, my mom gave me half a pill of some kind of cold medicine that puts people to sleep. I still remember being very disturbed that I was falling asleep against my will.
94. I used to be in ballet and gymnastics. I wasn’t good at either.
95. I like math more than I, a former English major, let on.
96. I used to be a huge fan of Garfield books and owned several. I also once got a hand-signed letter from Jim Davis, which I think I still have somewhere.
97. Lasagna rules but I almost never eat it. Still kinda true. I made a couple pans a few months ago and I think I burnt myself out by eating it for so many meals in a row.
98. I long to own white bed sheets with tiny purple flowers on them.
99. Mercedes Ruehl is dead sexy. I love love loved it when she was on Frasier.
100. “Excessive” and incorrect “use” of “quotation” marks “gets” on my “nerves.” Same, thing goe’s for, comma, splice’s and mis’us’e of, apos’trophes’.
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Completely understand the Vincent Crush. I too love him, to an obsession. bluevelvetvincent.blogspot.com
Great blog you got here btw.
Your #53 made me smile.
You're primarily responsible for #53. About 97%, I'd guess. :) I have to save 1% for Hannah, who always shops in thrift stores, and 2% for finally giving into my mother's love for thrift stores (i.e., accepting the presence of the infernal maternal gene). Wow. I wish I was a mom. I would TOTALLY name a blog Infernal Maternal. Writing idea! Mine! Mine! BACK OFF, I SAW IT FIRST! :D
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