I wish I updated this diary more often. I sleep a lot when I'm stressed. I have three drawers full of underwear. I love to floss. I have a shelf full of perfume; I wear the same one every single day. I distrust women who know too much about sports or carry Louis Vuitton. That shit is too expensive to be that ugly.
I have really big hands, good cheekbones and bad posture. I love to tease. I have a scar under my bottom lip from when I fell off my bike as a child and my tooth went through my lip. I miss people. Sometimes. I drink too much. I say things i shouldn't at inappropriate times. I love cheap wine. I love cold winter days and imagine myself living somewhere where those happen more often.
Guys with rosie cheeks totally do it for me. I can't pass fuzzy blankets at a shop without having to touch. I love reading memoirs. I really wouldn't mind if my best friends and I ended up single old women together with crazy hats and drinking problems.
I hate having to tell people no. I love red nail polish, red lipstick and high heels. I have a pathological fear horses. I usually read magazines backwards (last article to first). I can't stop giving people the benefit of the doubt, to a fault that is painful.
Snobbery turns me off. I wish that people would call when they say they will. I think I have lost myself and cant seem to find where ever I left off. Writing is how my brain purges. I shamelessly listen to the same song over and over again. I procrastinate too much. I like to complain. I think flirting is fun.
I have an odd obsession with watching reruns of Gilmore Girls. I never go anywhere without sunglasses and chapstick. I can't fall asleep in my bed, I have to fall asleep on the couch, wake up a couple of hours later then go to bed. I would rather work all night and sleep all day than the other way around.
I'm too trusting and tell people too darn much. I watch too much TV. I am obsessed with reading newspapers online. I wish I was skinny but can't seem to actually diet. I love to go to movies alone. I'd rather spend a day alone than in a crowd. Laughing is the best past time.
I procrastinate when I have too much to do. I check my email about every five minutes, and I hate talking on the phone. I have really good self esteem and I dont let people make me feel bad about myself. I sometimes go to a bar alone on a random weeknight for a drink.
I'm immature. I usually get drunk when I drink. I love to read. I love being sarcastic. I wish i could have clean sheets every night and that someone else would put them on the bed. I don't like socks. Three years ago I had a cancer, I pretend that it doesn't bother me, but sometimes I can't help but think what if it comes back.
I spend an unreasonable amount of time reading blogs. I love to date. I love to tell stories. I am a pack rat. My intuition hardly ever fails. I can't handle being angry. I never ever want to stop hoping. I love sleeping alone. And not sharing my bathroom. I'm not good with compliments.
I'd marry Adam Savage from Mythbusters if he asked. I want to have Jay and Silent Bob at my funeral...for the shock and amusement factors if nothing else.