I never poop regularly.
I hate drinking water.
I have a raging boner for Adrian Brody.
Tim Riggins gives me a tingle in my pingle.
I sometimes wonder what insomnia would feel like.
I want to learn to lucid dream.
I am weirdly into yogurt parfaits.
I hate eye contact.
I want to live in the woods in coastal Oregon and write novels nobody will read.
I want a black lab more than anything the world.
I want a tattoo of my childhood pup, Amos. Also a black lab.
I was the biggest, hugest, most enormous Weezer fan evarrrrr in middle school. I lost interest many moons ago, but sometimes I kind of miss that fangirl.
I secretly still want to name my kid Rivers someday.
I don’t believe in God or heaven, but sometimes I hope there’s some sort of afterlife so I can party with Freddie Mercury, John Lennon, John Denver, Jimi Hendrix, and George Harrison.
I dream about living in New York at least once a week.
I had a recurring nightmare as a kid about a headless Macaulay Culkin getting stabbed in the eye.
I want to get my nose pierced.
I have an insatiable appetite for high school television dramas–think Gossip Girl, Friday Night Lights, Glee, etc. I often chalk this up to my unresolved high school trauma issues. Should I see a therapist? Or just keep binge watching 90210?
I haven’t read a book I absolutely loved in a horribly long time. What’s the deal? Everything is so mediocre lately.
Sometimes I think about dropping everything and just going to nail school. At least then I could get discounts on gel polish.
I hate Dave Matthews Band and U2 more than I can even begin to fathom and/or describe.
I don’t want kids.
I wish mirrors didn’t exist.
I want to write a series of children’s books about my cats with morals about acceptance and the importance of taking naps.
Also, side note–is anyone still reading this? Just curious. Also, are you using Bloglovin or another reader to view it? Are the photos not working? Because they weren’t working for me when I viewed in on my iPad. JUST WONDERING, GUYS!
PS–more San Diego pics. We went to the beach and a Padres game. S’fun.