My mom still calls me "Boojie Lou."
I eat ricotta straight out of the container with a spoon.
I have a Ginger Spice doll.
Every morning when I blow my nose, I draw blood. Capillaries are a funny thing.
When "The Queen is Dead" came out, I hated it because I thought Morrissey was a self-important, whiney little priss.
I once got into a drunken altercation with a tree, and ended up with a scraped up lip that looked like a cold sore, and a bruise on the side of my neck that looked like a hickey. And don't worry, the tree is fine.
I subscribe to Game Informer magazine.
Even though I have an iron, an ironing board, and fusible hem tape, I still use double-sided sticky tape to hold up the cuffs on two pairs of my work pants.
I find Japanese shears* infinitely superior to German shears.
I think Lord Sesshomaru is way hotter than his half-brother.
Panty lines are very high on my list of pet peeves.
When I weighed 93 pounds during the Bell Jar era, I liked how I looked with a completely flat chest.
I take ten pills every single morning.
If I had to be a hooker, I'd rather work in a brothel than walk the streets, mostly because I know I'm too lazy to find my own tricks.
I do not subscribe to Martha Stewart Living.
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*Seriously, dude, the Japanese were forging swords with 50-gazillion folded layers of metal when Proto-Germans were still hitting each other with sticks.
I eat ricotta straight out of the container with a spoon.
I have a Ginger Spice doll.
Every morning when I blow my nose, I draw blood. Capillaries are a funny thing.
When "The Queen is Dead" came out, I hated it because I thought Morrissey was a self-important, whiney little priss.
I once got into a drunken altercation with a tree, and ended up with a scraped up lip that looked like a cold sore, and a bruise on the side of my neck that looked like a hickey. And don't worry, the tree is fine.
I subscribe to Game Informer magazine.
Even though I have an iron, an ironing board, and fusible hem tape, I still use double-sided sticky tape to hold up the cuffs on two pairs of my work pants.
I find Japanese shears* infinitely superior to German shears.
I think Lord Sesshomaru is way hotter than his half-brother.
Panty lines are very high on my list of pet peeves.
When I weighed 93 pounds during the Bell Jar era, I liked how I looked with a completely flat chest.
I take ten pills every single morning.
If I had to be a hooker, I'd rather work in a brothel than walk the streets, mostly because I know I'm too lazy to find my own tricks.
I do not subscribe to Martha Stewart Living.
********
*Seriously, dude, the Japanese were forging swords with 50-gazillion folded layers of metal when Proto-Germans were still hitting each other with sticks.
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Bonus 16th secret:
It's coming up on 5 years since I unintentionally became celibate.
It really isn't so bad, courtesy of Wellbutrin XL and Celexa.
And I'm sure that I will radically change that opinion at some point.
Okay, I need some pics of Lord Sesshomaru and his half brother so I can compare.
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