I drink WAAAY too much coffee. Like, 6 cups (two of my BIG cups) in the morning, and another 20 oz (or so) at work. And that's if I don't run over to Dunk's and get a latte in the afternoon.
I once owned the majority of V.C. Andrews' books.
I sometimes sing along to Averil Lavigne. Except for that new "Didja think that I was gonna give it up to you" song. That just makes me laugh.
I accidentally killed my beloved pet parakeet when I was eleven. I will still cry if I delve too deeply into the situation.
I love shopping. LOVE it. I hate that I love it. But I do.
I also love clothing. And accessories. And shoes. Way more than someone who claims to be nonmaterialistic should.
I sometimes accidentally kick the cat in my sleep. And sometimes I kick the cat on purpose, but only when she bites my feet.
If Sean and I are in a store, say Target, and I don't know where he is, I will call his cell from my cell and say "Where are you? I'm next to the cat food!"
I sometimes yell obscenities at WBZ radio in the shower. Sean usually comes running, worried that I have been assaulted somehow and am fighting off intruders.
I'm faking it.
I don't remember my natural haircolor any more.
Sometimes, like every couple months or so, I go to McDonalds. I get the two cheeseburger value meal with a Diet Coke.
I always meant to get a tattoo.
I have gotten people fired because they pissed me off.
I don't clean my apartment nearly enough.
I don't answer my cell phone half the time. Half of the remaining time, it's not even on.
I don't love my job.
I laugh at retarded person jokes. And dead baby jokes. And racially questionable jokes.
I laugh at other people. A lot. I often point at them while doing so.
I don't keep in touch very well.
I have hurt people without remorse.
I have hurt people and cried for days.
The collar and cuffs match. But only when I'm a redhead.
I would rather be somewhere else.
Sometimes, I'd rather be someONE else.