(because, you know, I’m a good little Catholic girl)
I have read Lolita 3 times in the past 6 years.
I wore a Gryffindor scarf while working on my graduate school applications because I thought it was funny…and, you know, it might bring me luck.
When I am alone in my car I sing along to Taylor Swift.
I notice odd things about the men I am trapped in metro cars with…like what they are reading on their Kindles…and if their dress shoes are acceptable.
I strayed from my veganism during the holidays. I have zero guilt. My body, however, feels like crap.
I have already started planning an Arrested Development “sick day” this coming May when the 4th season hits Netflix. You’re all invited.
My main motivation for giving blood has become the Mr. Tire’s oil change coupon the Red Cross gives me.
cried sobbed when Tom Hanks lost Wilson.
There’s just something about a guy when he rolls up his sleeves…
The women in my knitting circle are currently educating me on how to take advantage of my 20′s. They do this as we all sit around and knit. The irony is not lost on me.
Since high school I’ve written things that I let no one else see.
I made far too many people sit through viewings of Troll 2.
Whenever someone in my office unecessarily prints out something freakishly long (one-sided, too), I Tina Fey-style roll my eyes like the bratty millennial that I am.
I haven’t blogged in a really, really long time.