If I can’t fall asleep, putting the blankets over my head works every time.
I like eating breakfast food at other meals and dinner at breakfast.
I love the concept of couponing, but it confuses me more than anything.
Of all the types of fruit I’ve tried, papaya was my least favorite.
I’m dreading having red-headed children.
I hate running with other people. I’m kind of a loner in that sport.
I could probably live on popcorn.
I can’t remember the last time I had my cellphone off for a whole night.
I would love to race cars.
I don’t mind the smell of skunk spray.
I have a soft spot for stray animals. They need love!
A woman’s back is one of the most beautiful parts of the body.
It’s hard for me to eat a banana without also eating cheese.
I could probably live as a vegetarian if need be, but I couldn’t live as a vegan.
Sometimes, as I’m flipping through radio stations, I’ll start thinking about something else in-depth only to find out minutes later that I’ve been listening to classical. Yes, I love classical.
If someone says a word, I don’t see that item in a picture in my head. I see the word spelled out.
I love giving surprises to other people. However, I am awful at keeping those surprises!
If I had a million dollars, I’d get laser surgery so I’d never have to shave/pluck again.
I’ve lost my hair brush for a week straight and survived without looking like a rastafarian. Score. (Ps. I just found it today. hehe)
Sometimes I think I’m a member of the fire company merely to have access to the exercise room.
This was my basketball number only because someone else took #25.
I detest the feeling of uber-soft hands (on adults). It raises the hair on the back of my neck. Callouses are cool.
I feel defeated if I get to bed later than 10pm on a weekday. However, I feel lame if I go to bed before 10pm on a weekend. I do both regularly.
I hate milk except fresh from a cow or of the chocolate variety.
Crowding others in line is one of the rudest, most selfish things ever.
I’m writing a list of must-do’s to accomplish before I’m 30.
A friend of mine is helping me design my own tattoo.
I wrote my first song when I was about 8. It was called “Stars in the Night”. Yes, I still remember the lyrics/tune.
I hate talking on the phone…. even to people I miss a lot.