i eat raw cookie dough. it’s almost worth the salmonella poisoning.
i hate coconut flakes. they ruin so many perfectly good desserts. and don’t get me started on raw onions…
i’ll always wear my denim jacket. i don’t care if it’s “not in style”.
i like modern art. all of it. the weirder the better.
crowds make me anxious so i avoid them. same with elevators.
i’m single most of the time and usually okay with it. call me picky. i am.
i’m a liberal leaning independent in a very conservative, republican area of Texas.
i don’t like wearing a bra. (does any woman really?) in the summer, i avoid them as much as i can get away with it.
i have cats, and i love them. i‘m a cat lady. but i’m not crazy yet.
i have curly hair, and i won’t apologize for it. i’ll straighten it from time to time, but i don’t feel like i should have to as my college education advisor told me.
sometimes i’m unwise with my money. and sometimes i’m too stingy and say “no” to things. i won’t ever say sorry for taking care of me whether with a quiet weekend or a weekend concert or a brief getaway.
when people talk about “blacklivesmatter, i either keep my mouth shut or lend support because i’m a middle class white woman who knows nothing about being a black man in america and won’t pretend that i understand what that’s like.
i need music in my life. i don’t care if you don’t like my music either.
i can’t say that i like grad school or see the benefits of it. i think i’ll probably still continue but i don’t have to like it.
i hoard school and art supplies. it’s my drug of choice.
i park in the middle of my 2-car garage and sleep diagonally in my queen size bed because i can.
i love carbs. i will never not love carbs.
i unfollow and unfriend people on Facebook all the time now. post a million super conservative and flat out wrong political posts? unfollowed. post a bunch of selfies about how “awesome” your life is (when we all know it isn’t)? unfollowed. post something utterly offensive. unfriended. who needs ’em, amiright?