I just spent the last fifteen minutes drawing graffiti into my fogged-up patio doors.
I eat popsicles in bed – year round – and leave the sticks on the nightstand. I have an emotional attachment to my tweezers. I love cinnamon toast more than is reasonable. I talk too much, iron my sheets, and speak Spanish to my cat. I take beginning Italian classes on Sundays with my mother. We might be too smart for that class.
I sleep a lot when I’m stressed. I stay home Tuesday nights so I can watch The Real Housewives of Orange County. I have two drawers full of underwear. I like love to floss.
I have a counter full of perfume; I wear the same one every single day. On Christmas, I stopped short of accidentally referring to my stepBob as “dad.” I distrust women who know too much about sports or carry Louis Vuitton. That shit is too expensive to be that ugly.
I have really nice hands, good cheekbones and bad posture. I am a terrible liar. I had a fling with a college student while I was in Italy. We set of the alarm at Yves St. Laurent in Florence. I hate whistling more than any other sound on the planet. I love to tease.
Your turn.
I’m going to do this right now. Needed something to blog about today anyway.
Thanks!
Did you see the moon last night/this morning? I love the moon.
I loved this! I’m also going to do this tonight when I get home from work. Stop by to see it when you can. Happy to know you’re in better spirits!
I just discovered your blog and I love it. Great post on the little things that make us “us.” I hear ya on the cinnamon toast and the Louis Vuitton.
I have a constant need to color my hair often (mostly in varying shades of blonde). I can not live w/o my Venus razor. I like the house cold with lots of blankets on the bed. I’d rather be too hot than too cold any day. I love the summertime season the best. I am in my very first long term r’ship & I am 31 yrs old. I am currently trying to conceive a baby. I am the oldest of 3 siblings. I am the oldest of 8 siblings between half, step, & adopted. I am divorced. I love to drink, smoke cigs, dress up, and go out. I am a karaoke junkie. (I was addidcted at my very first attempt). I do not trust easily. I am no longer depressed in my life. My favorite food is crab legs. I prefer baths to showers. I love to swim. One day I would like to swim w/dolphins. My nickname growing up was Missy Prissy b/c (at the time) I refused to leave the house w/o my makeup on & hair done. I was born in Ohau, HI but my parents are not Hawaiian. I have 2 middle names!
Next….
I read blogs at work and pretend that I am researching a client.
I only cook to impress my roommate who is dangeroulsy cute
I love walking in the rain w/ my hair down, or swimming in the rain.
When I kiss guys I really like I sometimes imagine it being our wedding kiss.
I always fall for the guys who I shouldn’t have.
I love telling people my name and living up to it
-LOLA
I like the sound of wind blowing, I love to wear only my bra and panties, I have the same bra in 4 different colors, I leave Dove candies on the desks of co-workers that I don’t care for, my favorite food is a ripe lemon.
I’ll also be adding this to my blog, thanks.
I hate shaving my knees. When I get my eyebrows waxed I cry. I have amazing light blue eyes. I chipped my front tooth when I was little chasing a boy, and I can still remember his name almost 20 years later.
I am more than a little infatuated with my new kitchen stove
my cat is named after a Salinger book
i keep my dining table clean because the neighbor boy is kinda cute and i don’t want him to think i am a slob
i still sleep with my blanket every night. i have a CareBear pillow case. i contradict myself daily. i think tyra banks is conceded. i go to movies alone when i’m sad. i like to sit in the rain. i tend to be promiscuous. i don’t apologize for it. i like my eyes. i take pictures of myself when i’m bored. i don’t always spell correctly. i miss him. sometimes. i drink too much. i lead guys on because i like attention. i am an artist. i dont get along with girls very well. i have been to hells kitchen. i used to think alf-alfa was hot. i want a tiffany engagement ring. i already have it picked out. i snack on celery. i like pink. i don’t read often enough. i have a hotel keychain on my keyring. i love gossip. i have a big pink body pillow. i make it sleep on the floor. i say things i shouldn’t at inappropriate times. i use 80′s songs as my ringtones. i dont write in my diary because i’m afraid to run out of pages. i miss the world. i am bored with indiana. i dance around my house naked when no one is home.
next…
i chew gum when i’m bored even though it hurts my jaw. i have TMJ and clench my teeth every night.
i love cheap red wine and white in the summer time.
i still miss my first love.
i slept with the bartender at my sister’s wedding, not because he was cute but because i’d never felt lonelier.
that was the first time i ever admitted to that, to anyone, ever (even me).
i binge on chocolate every time i “start a diet.”
i still sometimes think my last boyfriend was my soul-mate.
i use lists like this to prevent “bloggers block” but never post the outcome.
i argued with my boyfriend last night about the idea of converting in order to marry in a church.
i’ve only been to church 3 times, once for a funeral and once for a wedding.
Ok, I have to ask. Distrusting women who know too much about sports. I fall into this category and found that the sentiment is quite common but can’t quite figure it out, do you see it as being insincere or is it something else? Definitely with you on the LV bags though.
I love cold winter days and imagine myself living somewhere where those happen more often.
I sleep with the doll I got for Christmas when I was 7 – she’s been with me through surgeries and all sorts of ups and downs, and there’s no reasons she should have to hide in a box in my closet.
It scares me a little that my parents have such a good relationship now that I’ve moved out.
Sometimes all I want to do is cuddle.
Some of my co-workers belong on “The Office,” and I wish they would leave and go there.
I wish I actually had the time to sit through an entire marathon of America’s Next Top Model.
I’m tired of explaining to people why I want to move out of state.
I love this post!
I hate the taste of beets more than anything in the entire world, I can’t go to sleep at night unless I read something first, I’m secretly the most insecure person I know, my eye’s are my best feature, I smile at everyone I see (even if they don’t smile back), being a mom is my greatest life’s work, I miss my Nana every day, and sometimes I cry for no reason.
I am waiting to break up with my boyfriend in March cuz it’s after Valentine’s Day; I am too smart and talented for my job but am too lazy to find a new one; several months ago I chose my best friend over my boyfriend…now that I’m dumping him (because she was right)I’m too embarassed to ask her back.
I could eat cereal and only cereal for the rest of my life. I fall in love to easily. I hate the words moist and fresh. Guys with rosie cheeks totally do it for me. People think I look like someone famous. I’m embarassingly addicted to Hollywood. I can’t pass fuzzy blankets at a store without having to pet. My dog is and always will be the number one man in my life. I think giving roses is really cliche. British accents are the bomb. I love reading memoirs. People who shuffle their feet when they walk should be sent to an island all their own. I’m afraid I’ll never have a baby.
Hi. Have we met? I used to be your neighbor. You may remember me carrying on and on about lineups and pitching rotations. Also, you may recall my extensive snazzy bag (Louis Vuitton incl.!!) collection. I am now putting Bama on a Dallas bound plane with your picture pinned to her collar. She is going to bring me YOUR collar.
Distrust my arse.
I love working with teenagers cause they make me laugh.
I still play field hockey at the age of 39.
I love the sensation of getting my eyebrows threaded.
I love to have the t.v. on while reading – background noise helps me concentrate.
I hate people who don’t use their blinkers/indicators.
I have the great eyes, muscular legs even if I don’t work out and once you get to know me, a crackin’ sense of sarcastic humour.
I love living in London even though I’m from NEPA!
I dislike foods based soley on their texture. I don’t think it’s possible for me to be just friends with a guy. I really wouldn’t mind if my best friend and I ended up single old women together with crazy hats and drinking tendencies.
I have a hard time relating to other women because I only work with (older) men.
I can’t sleep past 8am no matter how late I go to bed.
I no longer want to go out every Friday and Saturday night, which makes me feel old.
I’m tired of wedding planning and “the knot” and centerpieces, I just want to marry the kid already!
Sometimes I just want to move back to the country and escape the traffic and the people and the superficial-ness of it all…
(excellent post by the way!)
I love sitting in front of a fire.
I hate when my feet get cold.
I love my family more than anything.
I hate having to tell people no, but I do.
I love to cook new things.
I hate to fold socks.
I love a cold rainy night.
I hate insincerity.
I love this post.
I hate that I have to go…
I’ve been listening to the song from the MacBook Air commercial on repeat for the past 3 days.
I secretly wish I’ll get the stomach bug that’s going around so I don’t have to go to work.
I fall all the time. I’ve ripped three pairs of jeans and broken two pairs of shoes in the last year.
I have more sparkly scarves than will ever be necessary.
I’m falling in love with my new-ish boyfriend, but won’t tell anyone- not even him.
I love red nail polish, high heels, and makeup and am still mostly a tomboy.
Don’t be too quick to write off women who carry LV! One of my prized posessions is a lipstick red LV clutch that was a gift. While I would never shell out the $3G to purchase one, I love carrying it! That bag and a pair of red heels makes any outfit fabulous.
I have a pathological fear of sharks and creepy men; I love bubble baths and pedicures; I wear pretty underwear every day but rarely put make-up on; neck kisses take my breath away; my favorite ice cream is butter pecan; I love flannel pajamas, chinese take-out, and netflix; I get desperately lonely when my kids go to visit with their dad; I love to watch football but admit that I still don’t understand the rules; I love to smoke and don’t want to quit so leave me alone about it already; I’m still waiting for one man to prove to me that they aren’t all the same… I could do this for quite a while but I’ll stop now.
I want to be married more than anything else in the world but I am too scared to date; I still love Rick Springfield; my dog means more to me than just about anything in the world; I can only cry in front of my therapist; I used to live in NYC and will forever feel like a failure because I left; I prefer making out to sex; I think women are–by far–the superior sex; I dream of writing a novel that will finally make the world see what a sensitive and insightful person I am but I can’t even make myself write a sentence.
I have a stepBob too! (well, they aren’t actually married), but I hadn’t thought about calling it that. That’s a good term. I usually just refer to them collectively as “my parents” because it’s easier. Or just “Mom and Bob.”
My biggest fear is not being needed, yet I complain when people need me too much. I crave attention.
I am one of those girls who know alot about sports.
I’m scared that I’m not good enough for the guys I think are great, and that the guys that want me aren’t good enought for me.
I’m in the process of learning to be more independant.
I’ve never done my own laundry.
I’m really organized. I file all my bills and color code my closet.
And….
I might be pregnant….
I usually read magazines backwards (last article to first)… I’m a terrible cook (I even burn frozen vegetables) but an amazing baker & dessert maker… My favourite colour is red but there’s none of it in my apartment (except my clothes)… my cat is named after a Disney character and she lives up to it in personality & cuteness… I can’t stop giving people the benefit of the doubt, to a fault that is painful (‘maybe he didn’t call because…’). I drink too much… I love my eyelashes and am accused of them being false (they’re real!)… I rarely eat any kind of meat/chicken/fish, but love my leather bag and my fur boots…
When I’m stressed, lonely, or sad (or all 3), I make it worse by staying home alone, not getting dressed, and avoiding all my responsibilities… I listen to classical –> indie –> top 40 (everything in between), and enjoy it all equally (on different days)… I still wonder if I should have broken up with my last boyfriend, or if I’ll ever find anyone else. I’M TOO WORDY!
i would be a writer if i wasn’t so afraid of what others would think. i’ve never done drugs because i’m certain i’d become an adict. i have nightmares. i am distrustful of really religious people. rebuplicans scare me. i don’t really like sex. i broke my own heart.
I hate hypocrites.
I am a gutless coward, who preaches to others to stand up for themselves, which makes me a huge hypocrite.
I love to write, the old-fashioned way, with pen and paper. BLACK INK ONLY.
I love going back to bed right after I eat a huge breakfast.
I was born and raised in the south, but I hate tomatoes. The only thing I hate worse than tomatoes is sweet tea (and green olives).
I love to shop for other people’s babies.
I have a secret stash of cheesy CD’s that I don’t keep in my car for fear of being ridiculed.
Buttercups are my most favorite flowers EVER.
I have piano hands, but didn’t learn to play enough
I wish I had taken ballet
Beautiful singing voices give me goose bumps
My favorite foods are tuna, beets & peaches, not together
I still love cartoons
I have fish decals on my windows
I never had braces, but my teeth are straight
I distrust everyone when I first meet them
I’m terrible at remembering names
I really like lists
I hate being on the phone
I love “British” humor
I can quote Monty Python
I would have liked to be a surfer
The ocean is beautiful in the winter
I prefer museums to beaches
I want someone to invent the Time Winnebago, so we can time-vaction with running water.
I’m a lover & a dreamer, a grinner & a sinner, a smoker, a midnight toker
I love this post too!!
Now I would like to hear from the men lurkers as well as the women…
this is GREAT stuff!!
I get really chatty at night after the lights are turned off.
I love brussel sprouts and think vanilla ice cream is a topping, not to be eaten on its own.
I get the hiccups more than the average person
I despise people that are rude, I sleep with tons of blankets on my bed, I think big ears are cute, I still lie to my parents, I wish my ex would call me and profess his undying love for me, I dislike people that drive too slow in the left hand lane, snobbery turns me off, I love men with long hair, I wish I was better looking
Oohh, I love this! I did a post like this last week. Go to my blog and read “100″ Probably more than you wanted to know…..
I’m trying to figure out how to “hide” the list so it doesn’t take up so much damn room…. oh well.
I like to play roulette. I leave my wedding ring on for all activities except golf and basketball. I covet a set of sushi knifes and the skill to use them. I miss having time to cook. I can’t wear socks to bed. In college, I was in a club where if you are caught drinking with your writting hand, you must slam whatever you were drinking. I hate it when people wear jeans and black shoes. I should have stuck with the piano lessons.
I read blogs while im at work so I can assure myself there are other intelligent people out there. I think most people in the world just dont get it. I get my feelings hurt all the time, but I tell people things dont get to me. If im upset, everyone can tell. I try my hardest to please everyone cause I dont want to lose them. I have lost myself and cant seem to find where ever I left off. Im emotionally unavailable to everyone but this one guy that doesnt even care. I sleep with my cell phone just so in the middle of the night I dont miss anything. I hate being runner up in pageants, but I always am. Writing is how my brain purges. Im skinny but eating is my comfort. Im so insecure and have no selfesteme but you would never know by my personality. I had an abortion when I was 17 and cant forgive the person I love for walking out on me when I needed him most. Im the popular girl, no one sees these things or has a clue. I try to front like im strong, and it works but I go to bed at night hurt and feeling forgotten.
I can’t start my work day without reading Dilbert. Peanut M & Ms is the food of the Gods. I own 10 pairs of heels and still wear flats daily. Think the Beatles are overrated. I listen to my ipod at work so I can ignore my obnoxious co-workers. I want to have dinner with Christopher Walken and Stephen Colbert. I’m a closet Jackass fan. Red is the only color nail polish should come in. I can’t help but watch all the “I love the 80s” marathons. Love my boobs, hate my butt. I love when my husband calls me “babe”. Would rather run 100 miles than go out with no makeup. Wish there were do-overs in real life.
I hate that my husband eats popsicle sticks in bed and leaves them on the night stand. Ususally in some sticky star shape a top a water glass that has been left for days on end and would probably become a permanent fixture if it were not for me the clutter clear-er.
“emily,” I have been exactly where you are. And after two long years, I sucked up my pride and nerves and got my best friend back. Don’t waste any time.
Fish, thanks for the post idea- I’ll try to make my own list later tonight. I already have a “100 things about me” page, so it should be fun trying to come up with new randomness to offer.
I think I’m good at reading people. I hate girls who have to be the center of attention. Sometimes when I do stupid stuff I yell at myself out loud in the car. I hate that I have a bump on the bridge of my nose. My last relationship has left me completely insecure and unsure about myself. My girl friends are sometimes very selfish. I have terrible nails and cuticles because I bite them. I am the most miserable person in the mornings. I love wine. And most unhealthy foods. I sometimes picture slamming my coworkers heads into their keyboards. Or my own. I just redid my room and I hate it. I fell for some band guy who dicked me over and I still think about him daily. I once had to stop talking to a guy I liked because I got drunk and told him I speak Spanish. I do not speak Spanish. Sometimes I think I miss out on things out of fear.
I love shoes.
I cry at movies.
Sometimes I think my dog is so cute I can’t even stand it.
I still love my ex no matter how much I hate him…No one in my office does any work and I think I’m more qualified to do their jobs than they are, even if they are twice my age…No matter how lonely I am, I prefer being alone to being with people…I’m jealous of my fat friend because she doesn’t give a damn and I do…I’m an incredibly good liar and no one knows because I’m the “nice” one…I’m a sex/relationship writer, but I’ve only had sex once and have never been in a real relationship…If it were possible I’d give up my dreams of a career and take any job that would let me see the world, whether I liked it or not…My biggest fear is having to move in with my parents again…I still dream about marrying my first crush, twenty years later…I distrust all girls, whether they know about sports or not…I forget that I’m fat sometimes…
i like pickle juice. i brush my teeth in the shower. i have pretended to have an accent different than my own at airport bars. i HAVE sat through an entire marathon of ANTM.
i’ll stop there…
YAY!
I’m obsessed with reading other people’s dating blogs because it makes me feel less alone.
I always wait until the last possible moment to go pee, for no reason at all.
I have terrible wanderlust and most days dream of quitting my life and getting on a plane.
I was also emotionally attached to my tweezers until I had my eyebrows done permanently. It’s still disarming to me when I realize I don’t know where they are.
It makes me feel weird when people compliment me on my looks because I think they aren’t seeing everything else that’s great about me.
I haven’t kissed a boy since July. It’s starting to make me feel crazy and cold.
It genuinely makes me happy to be at the gym.
I have an addictive personality which is why I don’t drink. I can eat an entire box of fruit roll-ups in one sitting. I stayed in the same city after college b/c I stupidly thought I was still in love/attached to my best friend/ex-bf. I keep dating the same guys.
Just when I thought that I had nothing to blog about…
(Also, am glad you’re feeling better. Break-ups are the worst, I find it helps if you remember that there is ALWAYS something to smile at during the day…even if you don’t actually smile because of it)
I have an addictive personality which is why I don’t drink. And a slight fear of losing control. Food and men are my vices. I can eat an entire box of fruit roll-ups in a sitting. I’m envious of girls with flat abs. I’ve been miserable in a city because I stupidly thought I was in love/still attached to my best friend/ex-bf.
i work more than i want to. two of my best friends are 11 years older and 11 years younger than i. i love commas. i have a secret obsession with panties. and picture frames. i sleep surrounded by pillows because i like the feeling of being snuggled. my favorite colors are not single colors, but combinations of colors. i quote the movie my big fat greek wedding more than would be considered funny to most people. i shamelessly listen to the same song over and over again. i always have room for ice cream. swaddling babies brings me great joy. i love inside jokes. and people who think i’m funny. i’m too shy. i procrastinate too much. i’m afraid to be seen as ungrateful or unappreciative. i love pedicures. i hate manicures. i have the most amazing eyes. i can’t decide if i like laying on my couch or my bed more. i spend too much time waiting by the phone. i love text messages. i like to complain. i think flirting is fun. i started drinking coffee because of peer pressure. i’m now addicted. i love to pluck my eyebrows.
I love VIVA brand paper towels more than anything. I will go to multiple stores to find them before buying anything else⦠I know that my male best friend lies to me about practically everything and I let him⦠I make book covers out of wrapping paper for all of my books on my shelves. It not only makes it prettier and also hides the fact that most of them are self-help or books about entertaining/throwing parties and not very intellectualâ¦I drink too much⦠I know that he is just passing time when he is with me, despite the fact that I am prettier than his past girlfriendsâ¦I like to drink milk with pizza and spaghettiâ¦I see my thoughts like a movie reel and I hear songs in my head like soundtracksâ¦My friend teases that it must be exhausting to have my mind constantly whirling with very random thoughts, I laugh along â but in reality, it isâ¦. I have never actually been âinâ love, although I have felt genuine affection. I donât think I ever will either…I drive dangerously slow when a song I love is on the radio.
I, too, am oddly attached to my tweezers. I can feel rage starting whenever I look in the bathroom cupboard and they are missing from their spot because my husband has used them and carelessly tossed them somewhere else. I have started hiding them and leaving the inferior pair out for him to use. Yes, I’m a tiny bit unbalanced, but I prefer the term “quirky.”
If possible, I would eat sesame seed bagels for every meal. I have an odd obsession with watching reruns of Gilmore Girls. I wish I was vegan but love cheese sandwiches too much and hate non-dairy cheese. I recently graduated college and work at a job I hate that has ruined my life in five months. When I bring my favorite wine to a party, I drink as much of the bottle as possible so I don’t leave any behind. I chew on my tongue. I secretly wish my best friend would move in with her bf in new york b/c she has become a crappy friend and I’d rather her leave.
As soon as I save enough money, I want to leave and start my life all new b/c I hate everything about it now. (Thats the first time I ever admitted that to myself). I feel much better now.
Thanks!
I turned my cute roomie into my life partner with my cooking among other things (That’s for you Lola!) I talk to my dogs in Italian. I imagine fighting for my life with a cougar when I am out riding my bike in the woods. (I win and USFS won’t let me keep the evidence.) I dream about winning the lottery and all the good I could do for those I love and causes I care about… it gives me an andrenaline rush. I am an internet voyeur of past friends I no longer talk to. I love teaching and am suffering through years of grad school poverty so I can teach at the level I enjoy. (I was literally giddy about my powerpoint for vertebrate zoology today.) I like gerber baby chicken sticks. I am extremely competetive and avoid situations where this urge would be hurtful to people I care about. I really love my kooky family. I get scared when I think about how fast life moves. I can’t watch scary movies because I have 100% willing suspension of disbelief. I am truely happy and wish I could pass it along.
I could eggs and fried food every day all day. I love dark chocolate (especially if it’s Godiva). I will be cold to new girls in the group until they go out of their way to be nice to me. I only do this to women. I used to hate my legs due to MANY exes and have recently learned to love them and dresses. I will deny boys I’ve slept with (to their faces). I will tell lies to help people that I like and hurt the ones I don’t. I can’t lie about anything in regards to me if directly asked about it. I read at least 4 books at the same time – call it ADD in written form. I love my hair more than anyone else’s I’ve ever seen. I keep boys hanging after break-ups in case I need them for comfort in the future. I’ve only really loved 4 men but have told more that I did. Even when I have bad times, I think I’m more fortunate than most.
I google ex-boyfriends.
I refuse to swim in lakes.
I love to feel my bunny’s nose twitching against my lip when I give him a kiss.
I really dislike pancakes because of how they make my hair and clothes smell.
I get excited about pickled asparagus.
I never go anywhere without sunglasses and chapstick.
I’ve been trying to learn Italian for over a year, but can’t seem to get past mixing up the nouns with the Spanish versions.
My favorite color is pink, but if you ask I’ll say it’s blue.
The nagging voice in the back of my head tells me that my boyfriend of 4 years is not the one, but I hate being alone too much to leave him.
Every morning I tell myself I’m going to drink enough water, and every day I don’t.
My main sorce of vegetables is V8.
The Girls Next Door is my favorite guilty pleasure.
I’ve already posted once but felt like doing it again…
I’ve sent in 437 postcards to postsecret, not all personal secrets that I have, some just thoughts that I’m thinking about people or things I come in contact with.
I love pedicures but hate my fingers being messed with.
I’m cocky but yet have a huge heart.
I check several times a day to see if this site has been updated!
I still have the stuffed animal I got when I had to go to the hospital at around age 4.
I fall asleep on my couch at least once a week. In the winter, I’m usually wearing my down coat when this happens. If I wake up and realize I’m on the couch before morning, I will stay there if my dog is curled up behind my knees so I don’t disturb him.
I once successfully avoided a panhandler by repeating (in Spanish), “No hablo ingles.”
I have four bottles of perfume on my dresser, all of which are at least 5 years old.
I love a clean house, including a bright shiny clean bathroom, more than almost anything in the world, but I hate to clean bathrooms. My ideal man would clean the bathrooms for me.
I would rather work all night and sleep all day than the other way around.
I go to sleep with socks on because I like to throw them off in the middle of the night.
My bf and I went engagement ring shopping and now I feel like my ring finger is naked — even though I’ve never worn a ring on it before (and haven’t gotten the ring yet).
I’m too trusting and tell people too darn much.
My mom hurts my feelings all the time but I pretend that she doesn’t.
It really annoys me when people comment on blogs, only to plug their own blog.
I love my younger sisters and brother so much and especially love that they think I’m the coolest sister ever.
I’m obsessed with my dog and my bf and I treat him like our furry son.
I feel cool when I drive my car (mini cooper convertible) and like the attention.
i love my job. for real. i wish my friends were my family. i wish i was friends with my family. i am in love with him and hate that i finally realized it at maybe the worst time ever. i don’t miss the cats i sent to live with my parents. sometimes i wish they had the dog too. i go into lockdown mode during winter. i love men with british accents. i put on my pajamas as soon as i step in the door. i watch too much tv. i tape pictures of kate winslet on my fridge to remind myself that even to be considered a “healthy” weight, i still shouldn’t eat. i regret not following my dreams. i love roads that have trees on both sides. i shave my legs once a week in the winter…if that often.
I read two blogs every day. I can never figure out what my hair wants. When I go away I always bring my pillow. I’m in love with winter, and I ski better than most guys. I hate whining men, oregano and the feeling you get after spending too much time indoors. I was once so pissed of at all males alive, that I made it a project to date a new one every month for half a year and not care a thing about any of them. I of course ended up with the best man ever. Outdoor swimming in the morning – during summer – is one of the best inventions ever. I sometimes do life-saving things at work – literally. I constantly have to fight an inbuilt laziness. I tend to recharge better on my own than in a crowd, even though I love people. I’m moving to Iceland next fall. And you, Fish, are the best person I feel like I know, but really don’t, ever.
I am obsessed with reading newspapers online. I do yoga just for the relaxation period at the end so I am quiet my mind. I frequently make lists late at night at that moment before I fall asleep and then promptly forget them. I love getting my eyebrows waxed. Manicures should never be french and pedicures should always be red (the redder the better). I wish I was skinny but can’t seem to actually diet. I always judge people. I love to go to movies alone. I’d rather spend a day alone than in a crowd, but I only say that because all of my friends don’t live anywhere near me anymore. I am scared I’ll never make amazing friends again. I pick my cuticles. Laughing is the best past time. I love Jane Austen and the belief in loving the best in a person despite the odds.
I love bright colors, but typically wear just black because it is safer.
I am constantly in fear of wrecks and have nightmares with the sounds of cars being smashed. It is the worst sound ever to me.
I am obsessive about blogs and check my list of them several times a day to see if they have been updated.
I love going on trips that require a flight because I love to watch everyone and try to figure out where they are going. And then watching people meet up with their loved ones at the end!
Except for maybe train whistles.
My boyfriend and I have been dating for a year and neither have said “I love you”….just “I adore you” and ” I love being with you”.
I am the youngest crazy cat lady ever to exist.
My hands sweat to the point I dread shaking hands with people.
Ooooh, I love this.
I too have an emotional attachment to my tweezers. But I also have one to my office supplies at work, specifically my calculator. I call my Mom’s husband, ‘my Mom’s husband’ and people think it’s weird I don’t call him my stepdad… I bite the inside of my cheek when I fall asleep so I don’t sleep with my mouth wide open.
I have more, but I also have to work. Dang it.
I am a girl and have a boyfriend. But I have wondered my whole life about girls..
i’m convinced i’ll be alone forever.
i’m a biblical literature major, but i don’t read the bible very much.
i’ve never been kissed.
i love alcohol but never drink because i would be addicted.
i’m not as nice as people think i am.
i’m afraid to try new things.
i procrastinate when i have too much to do.
i’m terrified of having bad breath.
i think i’m socially awkward.
i check my email about every five minutes, and i hate talking on the phone.
i love walking in mud puddles, and i wear shoes until they have too many holes.
i haven’t worn a dress since i was five.
sometimes i feel invisible.
I love the sensation of goosebumps spreading over my scalp.
I have an intense fear of my arms being strapped down away from my body, so much so that I have nightmares on occasion. Maybe I was tickle tortured too much as a child.
Music & books can carry me so far away from reality. Other times they bring me back.
I love my job! Knowing that certain customers will only come to me because I took the time one day to really pay attention.
I pop & butter my own popcorn, it’s better that way.
I finally found a friend that I could truly share anything with, then I married his best friend.
I enjoy this blog & all the emotions & memories it sparks.
My husband & I have been trying 2 get pregnant for the past 7 months. Nothing. I fight the dissapointment every month, but a little piece is left behind each time. Those pieces are beginning to turn into a sadness.
I love my husband of 2 years, that’s why I married him, but there is still an aching hole from my very first love that I’m afraid will never close.
I hate group dining.
I will always question someone’s motives for telling me that they don’t watch TV.
I’m ok being single, but incredibly lonely at the same time. My dog is more important to me than some of my friends. My right leg shakes like crazy when I’m high; I didn’t smoke pot for the first time until I was 29. My brother died of AIDS 3 years ago. I love to be the center of attentiono and would wear a tiara out whenever possible if it was allowed. I’m terrified of my mom passing away because I don’t know if I can take care of myself yet. Whistling is the most annoying habit along with gum snapping. I believe I’m destined to marry a celebrity, but never go anywhere that I might meet one.
i like referring to my roommate’s cat as my “half-a-cat.”
i love babies but am scared of being a parent.
i really enjoy being a vegetarian.
i may never move away from my hometown, and i’m fine with that.
i love being lazy, but hate not being busy at work.
i love to paint my toenails, but never do my fingernails.
i am one of the only people i know who truly loves winter.
i try but really have no patience for stupid people.
i love that my boyfriend bought me flowers for both of our birthdays.
i still sleep with a teddy bear i got when i was 2, making the bear 29 years old.
after a breakup, i always buy a new CD instead of getting a new haircut.
i love to cook and bake but hate all forms of cleaning and can’t sew anything.
i am hopelessly addicted to coffee.
I love surfing the web.
I enjoy your blog immensely
I like writing my own (www.cin-cincity.blogspot.com)-okay I’m advertising it too. How did you get so many people interested? It’s amazing.
I love filet mignon, large dogs and bear hugs. I HATE being around people that whistle.
I keep checking my exes MySpace page to try to get a glimpse of what he is up to these days… no matter how much my heart hurts when see his picture.
I send a ridiculous amount of text messages.
I wear my Tiffany’s jewelry when I play softball.
I absolutely adore my friends… especially the ones that stuck with me through this past year.
I love living in a city but miss where I grew up in Ohio dearly.
I love to cuddle.
I think a hot, steamy makeout session can sometimes be better than sex.
I am turning 25 this year and am convinced that this year is going to be amazing.
Next…
my biggest fears in life are: pregnancy/motherhood, losing a loved one. i DETEST cooking and working out but do them anyway. im a celebtrity gossip junkie. im addicted to facebook. i have big arms. cannot eat a peach or apricot if my life depended on it. i HATE raw tomatoes, but LOVE baked/fried/grilled tomatoes. i LOVE garlic but my husband hates it. im scared to go to the mall because i will always end up buying a new wardrobe. dont give me food for the rest of my life, just give me cheesecake. i talk to my plants. i miss toronto badly. seen every episode of friends a million times but laugh at them every single time. they were on a break. chloe sevingy is the ugliest thing ever. =)
I can’t cook mac&cheese
I only like black inked pens
I don’t love my boyfriend and have cheated on him
I don’t regret or feel bad for cheating
I sleep with my blanket from college I can’t give it up
Sometimes I think I should have a penis and not a vagina
I never want to marry or have kids
I like to smell my farts
I love sports and am very trustful even if I don’t trust people in general
I want to travel
I hate my parents
I love my smile and eyes
I love wearing glasses
I’m a vegetarian.
I really love my boyfrnd. I love my family. I’m terrified of any of these people dying, EVER. I think I need therapy for that.
I love buying and wearing fancy lingerie. I love having sex.
I have really good self esteem and I dont let people make me feel bad about myself. I easily get anxious about the future though.
I love sitting by the window and watchin the rain. I love taking walks in the evening.
I read a lot of blogs.I love watchin romantic movies.
I tell prople I’m career oriented but I want to get married and have babies soon.
Has anyone noticed how many people have said here that they miss/love their ex? I have always wondered bout this. Maybe sometimes its too difficult to live with a person, yet impossible to truely get over them.
I think my upper lip is too tiny. I still feel like the uncool kid in my office of seven people, all of whom are colossal dorks. I really want to start my own business, but I’m not sure what it would be. I own a stupid number of hooded sweatshirts. I’m freaked out by the fact that my cats will probably still be alive when I’m 40. I hate that my boyfriend knows that I’m book-smarter than he is. I am a great cook, but I cannot make pancakes. I don’t like socks. I am horribly afraid that I will never stop feeling nauseated and furious at my ex-boyfriend. I’m an all-organic, gourmet foodie, but I love crappy boxed mac and cheese. I speak fluent German, but I don’t ever let anyone know that. Even though I trust my boyfriend implicitly, even though he gives me no reason not to trust him, I keep waiting for him to stop showing up.
I love strawberry milkshakes but hate the real thing. I make huge decisions like moving across the country in the blink of an eye, but I am paralyzed by choosing what to order for dinner. I wish children would be 2 years old for a few days and then skip right to their 20s. I wonder if I’ll be a mother and if I want to be. I am truly in love for the first time in my life and it is exciting and scary. I love to eat and drink while laying on the couch and I leave the dirty dishes there until morning. It takes an act of God for me to change my sheets. I love reading blogs. I only feel sexy without my glasses on.
I sometimes go to a bar alone on a random weeknight for a drink.
I still talk to my ex-finace my parents hate and don’t want me with because I love him but I’m scared to stand up to my parents and just be with him.
I’m 35 and never been in a relationship that has lasted longer than 2 1/2 years.
I love salsa & eat about 4 jars a week.
I eat lemons & limes with salt on them.
I read self help books to improve myself so I can be in a long term relationship soon.
My biological clock is ticking and I just admitted this to only myself Monday.
My parents are overwhelming and call me way too much.
I wish Brittney Spears would dissapear…forever.
I know I look like I’m in my twenties.
I’m immature.
I watch Gossip Girl every Wednesday night.
I religiously watched “The Hills”
I usually get drunk when I drink
I love to read
I surf the net & read blogs at work
I called out of work sick on Friday cause I was hung over.
I love being sarcastic
well,
it would be ok with me if the temperature never dipped below 70 degrees
i wish i could have clean sheets every night and that someone else would put them on the bed
I love a good chilton, hooray for vodka
I don’t like sweet drinks of any kind, but I love desserts
I miss him terribly
I LOVE tomatoes
I can’t leave the house without makeup, I’ve tried, I can’t
I love to mow, edge and weed eat, but hate to vacuum & dust or any kind of cleaning
I’m all about loving people with food
I’ll stop now
I absolutely love my breasts-they are the best things about me.
I am afraid that after my weight loss surgery I won’t be sexy anymore.
I slept with a man who works for my company against company policy cause I know they can’t fire me-I’m too good.
That is the first time that I have admitted that.
I miss my best friend. She let me borrow money and I didn’t pay her back. Then when I had the money to pay her back I was too embarrassed to do it. Now I’m without a friend and have a withering envelope filled with a measley 150 dollars in my bible for the day I get the nerve to send it to her.
I am hopelessly in love with being in love.
I adore my niece and nephew.
I am afraid I will never have children of my own, so I spoil them rotten.
I am a social worker and I hate telling people that because they think I’m the “baby snatcher.”
I love taking a baby away from a drug addicted mother and abusive father. I view that as the “Lord’s work.” Especially when I know the parents are dirtbags.
I love this blog.
I became one of those girls who knows too much about sports to impress my boyfriend.
I obsessively check my phone to see if he’s called back or texted, even though we’ve been together over a year.
I guess that’s what you call a fear of abandonment. Call me cynical.
OK yeah, I’m a cynic. But I’ll tell you I’m an optimist.
I have an STD.
I sometimes think my girlfriends are really selfish, too.
I have also picked out my Tiffany engagement ring.
I recently realized I may not want kids.
Talk of oil dependence and the downfall of life as we know it really, REALLY scares me.
I play online poker during my $1000/unit class.
I am terrified I won’t be a good therapist, or that I’ll burn out after five years and I’ll still have tens of thousands of dollars in debt.
I’m inspired by excellent writers and bloggers, and want to write a book, but fear I don’t have anything to write that anyone would want to read.
I AM over my exes, but it took a really long, painful time.
Loved this..
I clean my house in two and a half minute intervals, I only clean during commercials.
I never wear a bra unless completely socially required to wear one. I have taken it off in the car in my office parking lot just so I donât have to wear it on the drive home.
I grow my hair out to donate, but I really do it as an excuse for having long hair at the ripe old age of 41.
Even if I know something inside and out, I will act stupid if I am uncomfortable. I am pretty much never comfortable.
The rescued animals I have taken in sometimes (often) get on my damn nerves.
If I forget to blow my nose before going to bed I have to get back up and do it.
I cry when I read those silly emails everyone forwards, but do not (can not) cry about things in real life.
I try to act like the work-a-holic that would continue working even if I won the lottery, but yeahâ¦. No way.
I have been trying for a half an hour to think of something funny to post here, but canât and still be honest.
I suck.
I have a crush on a boy at work who is 11 years younger than me. I’ll never get over my one true love. A guy who decided that being with the older woman with money fit him better than I did.
I don’t feel like I need to forgive him.
I would take him back if he called me. right. now. I love pie. More than anything. Except said boy. I am one of those girls that knows way too much about sports. But I don’t care. I LOVE sports. I have never dated a guy that liked sports. It really kinda pisses me off.
the sound of a public toilet flushing scares the hell out of me.
i brush my skin before every bath.
i’ve never voted and feel deeply ashamed for it.
even though i believe in astrology…i married a man who is the complete opposite of who i’m compatible with.
even if i don’t have to pee before bed…i’ll sit on the toilet until i do so i won’t have to get up in the middle of the night.
i travel for work longer than necessary in order to have time for myself (like right now.)
i have a great ass in jeans…but it looks terrible in a swimsuit.
i still miss various traits of my exes and sometimes fantasize about randomly running into them.
one of my greatest fears is that my husband will cheat on me some day.
i prefer $40 jersey sheets to $500 egyptian cotton sheets.
i wish every sunday was a day of football and beer.
the word “fingered” gives me the heebie jeebies.
i want to give britney a hug.
i believe heather hunter is the wittiest, funniest chick i’ve ever met.
I like my cats too much and talk to them like they’re real people.
I’ve just started a new job and I’m afraid that I’ll hate it.
I wish I could be attracted to my best friend because we get along so well and it would be easier than dating guys.
I just met a guy that I really like but I’m scared to call him (because I’m afraid of rejection).
I went to a very good college but love reality tv and chick lit.
I hate celery.
I was captain of my track team, but sometimes I hate running.
I just finally fell out of love with my ex and it’s left a void of emotion in my head.
I’m terrified of being broke but cannot manage to save my money.
I’m scared I won’t be good at my career and I’ll disappoint everyone who helped me to get here.
I already blogged tonight, but I’m definitely doing this tomorrow. Thanks Sugar Britches!
My, you’ve started a THING here, haven’t you?
I’m doing this on Friday. If wanna know what you don’t know, come visit.
I love frozen reeses peanut butter cups. I nibble along the edges as I watch the news.
I read the People magazine religiously every Friday as I soak in a bubble bath.
I read Amityville Horror and didn’t sleep a wink for two days.
I cry during Hallmark commercials.
Last year I had a cancer, this year I hope it doesn’t come back.
I would love to go to Europe but can’t stand the thought of being on an airplane for that many hours.
I don’t think I can teach elementary school anymore.
I spend an unreasonable amount of time reading blogs.
It took me a really long time to come up with the name “Dateable Dork.”
Sometimes I think I’m too dorky to actually be dateable.
Love your blog. : )
He wasn’t handsome, but I was madly attracted to him. Though I have a handful of girlfriends, only three of them I really care for. I assess every single guy as my next boyfriend. I think of their last name as mine. I walk into a bar the most confident woman there. I own 27 pairs of stillettos. And wear them every day. I impulsively bought a second car before selling my first. And now I’m stuck with two. I love to date. I love to tell stories. I love to be the center of attention. I wish I didn’t care he is with someone else. I love being a redhead. I could go without sex, but never without oral. I am addicted to lip gloss, blistex and dresses. I dream everyday about my career future. I dream everyday about being a gorgeous, rich housewife. I’m afraid I’ll fall for a blue collar rather than a fancy white collar. I don’t want kids. A year later and I still think he’s my soulmate.
-I don’t like socks, I only own two pair that match. The rest of the time they’re mismatched and I don’t care.
-Considering I’m crazy about fashion and my wardrobe the above statement makes no sense.
-I’m secretly worried that I may never find a life partner although I tell everyone that I don’t want one.
-I dream everyday of living in NY in a cool loft and having a different lover to match all of my shoes. See above statement — ???
-I love being a redhead but I wish I could tan.
-I’m worried about what I look like when I’m old.
-I love my boobs
-I’m obsessed with organizing but I can’t seem to get organized
-I’m an efficiency nazi
-I love getting pedicures but I hate anyone else touching my feet
-I hate cleaning out the refrigerator
-I’m always, always perpetually broke
i hate my engagement ring but love my husband
my feet are always cold
i don’t ever wear makeup but i refuse to throw it away (and i have a lot) and i read all sorts of makeup blogs
i love organizing and binder clips are my favorite part
even though most of the time i try to eat organic and “whole” foods, i could probably eat kraft mac and cheese every day for a month before i got tired of it – then i would just need a short break before i could do it again
if i was single, i’m almost certain i would be a crazy cat woman
i love expensive designer lamps
i’m really clumsy and break cameras and phones and computers very quickly
i’m good at kickball and love to play
i’ve had the same new year’s resolution for about 23 years – stop biting my nails
I like ice cubes in my milk.
I like celebrity tabloits.
Three years after I was married we found out that it wasn’t legal and we had to get married again and no one in my family knows it! I constantly put on chapstick. I miss my Grandma every day. I love it when it rains really hard. After 17 years I don’t hear my husbands spanish accent anymore. I seriously want to move to St. Croix. Can’t stand the snotty mom’s at school. EVen though I’m married I want other men to think I’m attractive. I would love to be on the Amazing Race. I always paint my toenails, but never my fingernails. I want to go to Disneyland!
I like to wear footie pajamas.
I own one pair of jeans.
I can’t save money to save my life!
I know the names of my unborn children. I also know the name of my future dog.
I never learned how to ride a bicycle.
I am a pack rat.
I’m obsessed with nice stationery.
I am an anglophile.
I read the LA Times and NY Times everyday.
I am a moisturizing freak. I can’t go to bed without it.
I sleep on my back, and sometimes, I don’t move at all through the entire night.
My intuition hardly ever fails.
I can’t handle being angry. I’m like Giselle in “Enchanted.”
Most of my friends have married and it’s freaking me out.
People have trouble making out my ethnicity. My friends say I’m raceless.
And I’ve saved the best for last:
I have never been kissed.
â¢I take a bubble bath while listening to the hip-hop station on the radio almost every night
â¢I love colored pens, the brighter the ink the better, especially pinks and purples
â¢Often when I see people dance (ballet, modern) I cry because I wanted to be a dancer and it touches something deep inside of me I donât really understand
â¢I love my family very deeply but donât want to move back to my hometown because I need my own life too
â¢I wore braces for 3 years but my teeth arenât straight
â¢I sneeze a lot
â¢An Indian man broke my heart but I still think they are the most beautiful men on earth
â¢I donât mess with my hair much and donât understand people who obsess over their hair, Iâm not sure what it is Iâm supposed to be doing with it/to it anyway
â¢After I teach a class, especially one that went well, I get a buzz, a total high from it
⢠I lie about my sex life and keep most of the details from my friends
â¢Iâm always planning a trip abroad in my head, and sometimes even looking at tickets
i almost always have cold feet and can’t sleep until i put socks on to warm them up. i am addicted to chilli kettle chips (the one’s here in australia). i could watch seinfeld episodes or food network all day. i love to cook for other people. i love trying new foods from different cultures. i really enjoy running, it relieves my stress, but i need to work at running longer and faster. at 30ish i am finally coming to terms with my pear shaped body and gradually learning to be friends with it. i’ve never been into designer things, i value quality goods, but not that much. i miss my friends who are married and having babies, i feel a bit left behind. i dislike noisy eaters and people who chew with open mouths. i’m loving learning to crochet and am finally getting around to learning how to play the piano. some of my dreams still haven’t come true. some have. i never ever want to stop hoping.
I should use my tweezers on my eyebrows but I use it to pluck out the gray hairs so that people won’t know my real age. I love when they say “you look too young to have a 12 year old kid”. I think chocolate should only be an accessory in a dessert and not the main ingredient. I hate to be wet and only bathe because of society norms. I have the most beautiful hair you’ve ever seen. I haven’t mopped a floor in over 10 years (my husband or the housekeeper does it), I love porn and strip clubs and wish I had the nerve to go on stage. I even took pole dancing classes. I am a workaholic and a borderline slob. My mom had 5 husbands and I was deathly afraid of ending up like her but this year my husband and I will celebrate 15 years of marriage. I am obsessed with anything French. I have never commented on a blog before. I didn’t get the “girl gene” that makes you instinctively know which pairs of shoes goes with that outfit. Or how to put on eyeshadow. I love the Far Side cartoon. Oh and Calvin and Hobbes. I’m showing my age aren’t I? Ok, I’ll shut up now.
I speak Spanish to my dog. I would rather write than do my “real” job, so I do, then feel guilty. I am very careful to never park illegally, yet all-too-often get parking tickets in front of my own house. I love the sound of a well-played sax.
I came across your blog when I was temping right after I graduated college… eventually moved to Prague and started my own blog as a little aspiration to be like yours… now I’ve been in Korea for a year and a half and my old blog is still going (somewhat) strong. Remembered your URL this week during some downtime at work- glad to see your blog is still going VERY Strong!
I’m in love for the first time and haven’t told anyone (except you).
My feet are always cold.
I once wrote a blog entry about all the ways I thought we were similar.
I hate cooking. And grocery shopping for one. But I love food.
I only wear 100% cotton underwear.
I am lonely all the time but fake self-confidence so well that nobody believes me when I tell them.
I have a beautiful smile.
I still punish myself for stupid things I did years ago.
I love sleeping alone. And not sharing my bathroom.
I’m not good with compliments.
I’m great at crossword puzzles.
I have never been to a movie alone.
My ex’s father is in remission.
I cry when I get frustrated because I know I am mad at myself but can’t admit it.
I am teaching myself how to be happy.
Someone recommended “Eat, Pray, Love” to you in an earlier post. I just started reading it and I’m surprised to find myself enjoying it. I recommend it to you. Especially if you like Italian(s).
I say that I’m allergic to fish and I’m not, I just think it’s gross. The movie Legally Blonde made me want to go to law school. I’ve seriously considered sleeping with my best guy friend if he gets shipped overseas just in case he doesn’t make it home. One of my friends proposed to me on a bus. I love sleeping naked, it makes me feel more womanly. I am seriously procrastinating right now. I have no idea where my socks have been going and sometimes instead of washing them I buy more.
I moved to the mountains, but have no desire to ski or be outdoorsy. I’m still in love with my most recent ex-boyfriend. I come across as a very independent person, but I get tired of making all the decisions myself. Next month I turn 29 and that freaks me out. Sometimes I find myself driving to the airport, looking up at the planes and wishing I was on one of them to anywhere but where I am.
There is a collection of socks at the bottom of my bed because I kick them off when I sleep.
I get absolutely lost in good books.
I cannot have nuts of any sort or chips in my house because I will eat them all in one sitting.
I am addicted to napping around 4pm.
I have more shoes than Imelda Marcos and Stacy London combined…and live in a 2 bedroom condo with small closets.
I wear odd socks because they make 1st graders smile and 5th graders wonder why.
I absolutely adore other people’s children, even when they are devil spawn.
I’d marry Adam Savage from Mythbusters if he asked…Mike Rowe too.
I want to have Jay and Silent Bob at my funeral…for the shock and amusement factors if nothing else.
I loved Peter Jennings.
I cried when Lennie on L&O died in real life.
Yoga makes me feel taller.
Teaching 5th graders has made me appreciate mothers more.
I envy Shakira’s hips…mine can’t do those things.
I wish I could paint.
I want to learn to teach science better so that it’s both meaningful and cool…
Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. i woke up and felt like I was missing something and it made me sad.
I am absolutely fascinated with Hasidic Jewish people in Brooklyn.
I think public transportation is romantic.
I dread small talk.
I love initiating âcheersâ.
I am good at many different things, great at none of them.
I feel equally at home riding the NYC subway as I do driving along the back roads of upstate New York in a pickup truck, windows down, country music blaring.
I have tangoed in Argentina and two-stepped in Texas. I was un-sexy at both.
I can examine maps for hours.
I never forget a face.
I have been with a man who refused to touch alcohol, and one who cannot get through the day without it.
I find it fascinating that weird terms like âtoolâ, âdouchebagâ, and âsocially awkwardâ can sum up certain people so perfectly.
I once drove across county lines to find an open Krispy Kreme.
I can spend hours in coffee shops, but I hate coffee.
I think that the poem about âRichard Coreyâ is brilliant.
Sleeping in is my greatest vice.
I think that everyone should work with people with disabilities at least once.
I watch more tv than anyone I know & am not at all apologetic about it.
I get freaked out by posting online (this is the 2nd time I’ve actually posted to your blog but I’ve started to comment many, many times & always delete).
Cheez-its are my all time favorite junk food & I really hate pickles.
I can’t stop listening to my Lily Allen CD.
My lips are my favorite feature yet I’m not crazy about my smile – too much gum.
I dyed my naturally blond hair red on my 25th birthday & I’m never going back.
I love my job but sometimes it terrifies me.
I’m sad that my amazing boyfriend wants us to spend the rest of our lives together without actually getting married.
I enjoy getting lost.
I totally agree with the emotional attachment to my tweezers! Seriously, sometimes they just make my day!
In the summer I carry a wrench in my purse because I always end up needing one for something.
I love chocolate flavoured anything but will not eat chocolate bars.
I am torn between my boyfriend and a new guy who’s very very sweet to me.
I wish I had the guts to start my own blog.
I am constantly forgetting things and having to go back for them.
I secretly fear being unlovable.
I want to be thinner than I am but can’t be bothered to put in the hours of exercise and obssessing required.
I adore shopping.
I adore shopping for other people even more.
My biggest nightmare is ending up in a marrige like my parents’.
I love food.
I love people who will feed me even more.
I take far too long to decide on my outfit every time I go out.
I will not apologise for it.
I am far too aggressive behind the wheel.
I am no good with kids.
I don’t see how I could ever become adult enough to be a mother…
My mom still has my big pink teddy bear from 3rd grade. I am so proud of my daughter that started college this month I could burst. I am so proud of My daughter who qualified for State (two years in a row) I would give her a hug & a kiss if that wasn’t too “Mom” of me. I am just as excited that my son (5yo) can whistle as I am of my daughters.
It amazes me (although it shouldn’t) how a little honest post can get so many people thinking. You are awesome, Fish!
I love chocolate flavoured anything but refuse to eat chocolate bars.
I am torn between my boyfriend and a new guy who is very very sweet on and to me.
I will pick out every last kernel of corn or green pea in any dish.
I filch fries off my friends’ plates.
I wish I had the guts to start my own blog.
I come with built-in GPS.
I secretly fear being unloveable.
My biggest nightmare is ending up in a marriage like my parents’.
I wish I was independently wealthy.
I adore shopping.
I adore shopping for others even more.
I love love love love pie.
I would go to the ends of the earth for people who want to feed me.
I loathe seafood.
I really want to be thinner than I am but am no longer bothered to put in the exercise and obsessing required.
I am much too aggressive behind the wheel.
I take an age and a half to get dressed.
I make no apologies for it, either.
I am no good with children.
I just don’t see how I could ever become adult enough to be a mother….
- I love foot massages.
- I don’t think I would ever want to be pregnant.
- I love scalding hot showers.
- I look at least 5 years younger than I really am according to just about everybody who’s met me.
- I wish I took my piano lessons more seriously when I was growing up.
- I wish I had better judgement and taste when it comes to men.
- I have never dated someone from the same culture as me.
- I have a clean driver’s license for the past 10 years but have never owned a car or needed to drive.
- I like sleeping with the blanket/duvet completely covering me (including my head)
- I secretly think that my face, my skin and my legs are my best features but would never admit it to anyone.
- I can do my daily make-up in 8 minutes flat including eye shadow, mascara, blush, foundation and lipstick.
- I am a sucker for men who can write me beautiful letters… even if it is by email.
- I love lazing about at home on weekends in my pyjamas.
- I love watching soppy romantic comedies
- I am a pasta and spice fiend
*Organizing things, making lists, writing post-its make me happy.
*I have baggage that very few know about – scarred arms, eating disorders, years in therapy, meds. Even to the few that do know, I pretend I’m over all of it. But I still struggle with it, sometimes daily.
*I love red wine, dark chocolate, refrigerator-cold grapefruits and dried-up bread.
*Gay porn turns me on.
*I met my best friend on the internet 8 years ago, and have never met him IRL b/c of distance. We chat and phone.
*I have hothothot fantasies about him, but love my bf to pieces.
*I wish I could sing.
*The sight of a flower can make me happy for hours.
*I never leave the house without makeup on. I am practicing on that – but still refuse to leave without filling in my uneven eyebrows.
*I have no contact with my mother, and don’t know if I ever will again. Even at 30, that hurts like hell.
*My lips are naturally plum and very sexy. I love lipglosses and lipsticks, and can never have too many.
I LOVE THIS…I am going to do mine now and then read the rest…because these tidbits, in this way, make me smile…
I think about a glorious retirement and plan for it, but I honestly don’t think I’ll live past my 40s.
Ha, here’s another one. I’ve read your blog daily for well over a year now. I love it. I don’t comment because oftentimes I feel anything I would say would be hollow in the face of such exuberance or despair.
You like sex and flossing? Hmm …
OK, I watch “Project Runway” obsessively because Tim Gunn looks better in suit than I do and is lots more erudite than I am. I’m straight but that guy’s got style and class.
Yikes, so many comments that I probably won’t get an answer to this, but what is the appeal of ironed sheets?
To share in the ‘you probably didn’t know’:
My favourite thing is reading in bed and eating potato chips. It’s my SSB.
I am nearly 6ft tall and really mad i didn’t keep growing that extra bit…
Until a few years ago i hated cheese and mushrroms, now they are my favourite foods…
I am pretty sure I am too loud and too know-it-all-ey but i don’t know how to be any different…
Even though i say I don’t care about my small boobs, i would have a boob job (if someone else paid for it)…
I worry that the reason my husband is depressed is because he knows I still miss my ex…
When a former friend of mine wrote me a horrible email listing all the things wrong with me I felt like I had been punched in the gut because I had trusted her more than anyone…and I was scared she was right
Whenever I am in a vehicle I can vividly imagine what would happen if it crashed…
I rarely read all the comments on blogs, but these were well worth the time. I very much enjoyed this. Thank you, everyone!
I get really angry when people don’t recycle.
My roommate’s perfection drives me insane.
I am more physically flexible than anyone I know.
I get stressed out badly trying to balance my time with my boyfriend, my friends, and my family.
I’ve never been one of the girls who always has to have a boyfriend, and I don’t think of myself that way, but everyone else seems to.
I think people who stay with their significant others out of fear of being alone are cowards and being deceitful to their partner.
I am very lazy most days.
My parents are two of the best people I know and I know how lucky I am to have them.
I have an older sister, but have been the “big” sister since I was about 18.
I have to remind myself not to be selfish when giving to charity.
JOOP! men’s cologne is by far the very best smell on the planet.
i think the phrase “hunkered down” is the most annoying, obnoxious set of words, ever. i don’t know why that is.
I google the names of old crushes from high school.
I have moved back in with my mother briefly, to save some money, and my best friend doesn’t know. I’m embarrassed to tell her.
I love the smell of gasoline, rubbing alcohol and black permanent markers.
I have had your blog “10 things i have learned from relationships with men” bookmarked since you wrote it on 12/6/06 – I read it every day when I check to see if you have blogged. I read blogs at work because I hate my job and am really good at minimizing windows. I am thrilled my Marine boyfriend is coming back from Iraq, but terrified that he’s actually going to ask me to marry him – finally – b/c I’m afraid I’ll make a horrible wife. I cry most mornings when I wake up because I don’t want to go to work. I shower in insanely hot water – if I don’t, I don’t feel clean enough. I would rather not eat and just drink coffee and smoke cigarettes all day long if I could make my stomach not growl. My TREO for work has ruined my life. I color code my paperclips – green for financial documents, black for legal, etc. I buy coffee every morning before work even though I have a coffee machine b/c I don’t want to leave any for my lazy roommate. Every night when I fall asleep I’m afraid I won’t wake up.
I love it when my wife babbles when she’s tipsy..even though she thinks it drives me crazy
I hate folding laundry
I have way more clothes than any straight man should.
I try to fix people’s problems even if I know I can’t help.
I have a perfect nose
I had leukemia when I was 15 and I can’t remember many of the details anymore.
My dogs are the best
My wife sighs and smiles in her sleep and it gives me chills every time.
This is my 2nd post. This thread is incrediably addicting & I love it. I sleep w/a body pillow every night. I love to cuddle & be cuddled. I love to watch One Tree Hill, Medium, Men in
Trees, October Road,& Grey’s Anatomy. I hate thong panties, but wear them at work so that I don’t have panty lines. I love Dr. Pepper. I love the ‘country boy style’ but my bf is a ‘rocker’. (he’s good too). I regret not still being able to play the piano. I do not get along w/my father at all. I do not like my stepmother at all & never have although she’s been married to my father now for over 11 years. I adore my stepfather. I over analyzed Everything way too much. I over think things to the extreme. I love having a Hawaiian middle name. My brother is a pedophile & I don’t know that I can forgive him for that. It’s been over 13 years since I first found out. My sister will be the only sibling of mine to graduate college. I partied in college & never went to my classes. I drink to much. I love my new house. I want to marry my bf
I like syrup on my scrambled eggs.
I drink fancy flavored coffees only on the weekends.
I love to bellydance.
I love Coach bags but hate Louis Vitton. I sleep with a heavy blanket even in the summer.
I love pilates, but despise yoga.
I have slept with guys from every major world religion and three different continents.
My cat is the most successful relationship Iâve ever had.
I wear weather-inappropriate footwear.
I prefer M&Mâs to fancy chocolate.
Iâm quirky and I love it.
I hate abbreviations that end with the letter “o.”
I love, love, love being touched, but I keep my distance from people and am not a hugger.
I secretly eat chocolate in my office when I work late. Then, when I get home, I eat the dinner my fiance has waiting on the stove for me. Then I wonder why I’m not losing weight.
By all appearances, my life has finally reached perfection. Rather than enjoy it, I am terrified that it is all going to disappear.
I hate water. Drinking it makes me gag. I also hate being wet and hate the words “damp,” “wet” and “moist.”
I VERY rarely leave the house without at least some makeup. I have dark hair and fair skin, but my eyebrows and eyelashes are blonde. Without makeup, my face disappears. With makeup, my eyes are my best feature.
I love big fat rain storms with tons of lightening and thunder. The sound puts me to sleep.
I love getting presents. I buy my fiance a Valentine’s day gift every year JUST so he feels obligated to buy me one.
I have no idea if this is the job for me. I feel like I’ll never learn/remember enough to prove myself. I just hit three months and already told my boyfriend we’re going to get married – he freaked out but agrees. I act like a kid ALOT. Have to play with everything when walking through a store. I am scared he won’t find me interesting in five years, but know deep down it’s not true. I’m going to turn 27 next Tuesday. I have a 10-min commute to work but hit all five stop lights. I love my cats very much. I don’t drink coffee but love the way it smells. I say I don’t like chocolate, but love kit kats, reese’s cups and homemade cookies. Store-bought peanut butter cookies are my favorite. I can’t wait to marry him and have a house with land. I miss him every minute of the day when we aren’t together. I have no idea what he got me for my birthday. The suspense is killing me! I love surprises! Want to spend the night in a treehouse. I go thru two gallons of milk a week and drink it with everything.
You iron your sheets!?!?
My confession: I don’t put toilet paper on the toilets in public restrooms.
I love summer and hate winter.
I do love when it snows at night though and everything looks bright and orange.
I’m annoyed by women who carry huge ugly purses and call it fashion.
I look annoyed at work so I can read all my sites and my coworkers think I’m working.
I have guilt over what kind of mom I’m afraid I may be.
99% of songs make me cry.
I love high heels even if I do get blisters.
Sometimes I feel like I’m playing house and am still waiting to feel like a ‘grownup’
I claim to be allergic to a lot of “bad” foods- ie soybean oil in pizza- when I could probably eat it and be just fine (just not soy milk, etc.)
I really want to marry my ex-boyfriend even though I know we’ll probably just be friends for life. I can’t let go but I can’t tell him.
I know I’m skinny but I’ll never be skinny enough because I really like food; it is comfort.
I call myself a wino but deep down I fear I’m an alcoholic.
I haven’t had sex since April. I’m afraid I’ll never find someone I want to sleep with again. I wonder if maybe I’m a lesbian?
Obese people gross me out. Put down the chips. I know you’re hiding food somewhere.
I’m the best gift giver. And I can find anything for anyone online, at the best price.
I still have a crush on Fox Mulder.
People tell me I’m beautiful but I think there’s always room for improvement.
I am a great singer but clam up in front of people.
I twirl my hair so much I sometimes annoy myself.
I had never been in love until now and it’s the best feeling in the world.
When I’m alone at night I’m scared of the dark.
I get so bored at work I search for cool blogs like yours to read, a lot.
I’m afraid to continue to learn the guitar in fear that I won’t be good at it.
I eat an unhealthy amount of food.
I love to be in control. of everything.
My guilty pleasure is watching reality tv.
I daydream a lot…mayb too much
I once didnt leave the house for a week for fear that I was deathly ill.
Hospitals terrify me.
I’m really a loner tryin to maintain what little friendships I have left.
I buy new underwear so that I dont have to do laundry.
I HATE wearin bras…so I dont unless I really have to.
Ppl think I’m jokin when I say I wanna retire and bcome a housewife @ 35-I’m not.
I looove to sing!
I’m afraid I’ll never fall in love let alone get married.
I love to learn but hate tests & hmwk
I love reality TV!
I read blogs bcuz I dont have enuff ppl in my life that intellectually stimulate me.
I need a new best friend..mine just doesnt get it and doesnt kno how to comfort me.
I’m always the comforter…rarely comforted.
I go to clubs bcuz I love to flirt.
I hate watchin TV w/ other ppl.
I hate dealin w. my emotions.
I dont miss my ex best friend but I do miss her mom..I wish I culd call her..sit in her lap & have her hold me.
I am a horrible dancer…much like Elaine of Seinfeld.
I am anal about NOT letting non-food items touch food items in my shopping cart.
I love freckles.
I totally agree with you on the LV point. They are UGLY!
I totally agree with you on the LV point. They are UGLY!
I hate that guys have so much hold over me. I hate that I care what they think. I haven’t had a real boyfriend in 7 years. I am an emotional eater. I love the smell of grass in the summertime when the sun doesn’t set till 9pm. I love that my parents still believe in me. I love that I am living on my own with no help from them at all. My dog is the only guy in my life who literally can not disappoint me. And I love him for that. I love reading magazines on rainy days. Watching movies is my favorite passtime. I have the best friends in the world. Without them, life would not be any fun. This fish also needs a bicycle…badly
I’d love to be a college professor, but haven’t yet accomplished anything that people would want me to teach. I tell my boyfriend that I hate to be picked up, but secretly its because I am afraid that I am too heavy. I love that he knows and does it anyway. I often get lost in daydreams about people and situations I’ve made up. I sometimes worry that I am going to lose my mind, and wonder if I would know it if I did. I love to hide and pop out and scare people, but I often give myself away because I can’t keep from giggling. I talk to my mom almost every day. It takes a lot to make me give up on someone, but when I do it takes even more to change my mind. I am deathly afraid of needles, even though I know its ridiculous. I am also terrified of aliens for no apparent reason. I dream about being one of those woman who always looks totally put together, but know that I am probably too lazy to make that happen. I am a bad driver, but admantly insist that I’m not. I love pickles. I should be working, this is more fun.
I’m not sure I want to be with my boyfriend of 5 years anymore. I have a longtime friend who I think could be my soul mate, and he professed his love to me a few months ago. I told him “I can’t.” But I find myself thinking about him all the time.
On paper, my boyfriend is the perfect boyfriend, so I feel like I’m supposed to be happy. But I’m not sure if I am. And I don’t know if it’s because we’re not right for each other, or if I’m just suffering from “grass is greener” syndrome.
I can’t get him out of my head, but when I think about breaking up, I’m paralyzed with fear that I could be making a mistake. So I’m just sitting in limbo being unfair to everyone.
I’m always late.
No matter how late I am, I have to make my bed every morning.
I get choked up at parades when the firemen or war veterans walk by.
I’m addicted to asiago cheese.
I’m way too over qualified for my job.
I get jealous of my married friends and then get mad at myself for feeling that way.
I eat too much.
I have great hair.
I’ve never had my heart broken because I’ve never let anyone have enough of it to do so.
I think my boobs are too big.
3rd post & I’m on a roll…I bite my nails. I have freckles. I have hazel eyes. I have no pets. I don’t like to drive @ night. I love to dance. I love 80′s music & techno. I love this blog. I wear my black boots Everyday to work b/c I love them. I love to wear sandles & flip flops in the summertime. I also love to walk around barefoot all the time. I cry easily at sappy movies. I don’t eat enough fruit, even though I love strawberries. I have been writing poetry since the age of 16 (when my parents got divorced). I have written a couple of my own songs. I am jealous of my dad’s ‘new family’. My favorite color is red. My dad once askead me if I was depressed b/c I wore black clothes all the time. I look like my mother. My eyes are slanty. I have been smoking since the age of 16. I am 31. I hope to get pregnant soon
. (wish me luck)I am a lotion fanatic. I never make the bed unless company is coming over. I only drink coffee now as an adult b/c is was forbidden when I was a kid. I want to learn to ice skate.
-I love thunderstorms and the way they make the hair stand up on your body.
-I own and ride a Harley-Davidson motorcycle which I love.
-I’ve been married (and divorced) four times but I wouldn’t change a thing about my life.
-I fell in love for the first time less than a year ago (which explains why I was divorced four times before).
-Men love me but I really don’t know why (which is another reason I was married four times).
-I have been writing a book for 20 years that I have never let anyone read.
-There are many things that I did as a young woman that noone who knows me now would believe.
-I hitchhiked more than 20,000 miles between the ages of 18 and 22 and enjoyed most of it.
-I carried a knife strapped to my leg when I was roaming the country like that and I knew how to defend myself with it – I never had to use it but I did have to pull it out once.
-I detest stupidity although I believe the world is succumbing to it rapidly.
-My son’s USMC brothers are part of my family now. Big family.
I get hiccups when I eat spicy food. So does my mom. I love that.
I enjoy bikini waxes. I adore outdoor showers. I spend too much money on shoes.
I miss my dad. I’m terrified of the day when I forget to miss him.
I’m a much better liar than most people realize. There is one lie I wish I could take back.
I love vinegar. I drink pickle juice straight from the jar.
I give really great gifts and am always secretly disappointed when I get crappy gifts in return.
I want a do-over on my first time…and most of the rest.
I just spent the morning day dreaming of a man in St. Louis.
Chamomile tea keeps me from becoming an alcoholic on lonely nights. I love tomato soup more than legally allowed since tomatoes scream when coming off the vine. I talk to much and say random facts to kill silence. Iâm a master at Trivia Pursuit. I usually donât sleep with a pillow. I love the smell of fresh rosemary sprigs hanging in the shower. I can still do the splits. Iâve gained five pounds since July (but thatâs a work in progress). I routinely tell my cat, âNo ass in face,â and believe she understands me.
I love the rain and running in it more. I still start food fights. I donât trust girls who call themselves âPrincessâ or girls who wear tiaras on any occasion. Get annoyed by egoâs just because they are in the bar industry and âknow the scene.â
I take photos of my laughing monkey at each FBO (airport) where my Jet lands to remember where Iâve been. I canât remember what city or state I was in durin
I talk to my cats like they’re people. On a level at times I think they understand that mommy’s a nut job.My roommate/”best friend” is on a health kick after new years.It’s not her and she won’t stick with it.It’s true. that same person isn’t someone I really view as a friend at all anymore. If I could break the lease we are in I would in an instant.. and with it, I’m sure our “friendship” or what’s left.
I genuinely love my boyfriend of almost a year.it took 7 years of friendship to bring us where we are today & I’m totally cool with that.I must have water with ice and a straw.ALWAYS.I’ve had an emotional affair with a married man for the past 4 years.Through other relationships up until this one. I’ve told 2 people(and now you).
I’m very serious about my own singing and won’t sing a song unless I know I can do the original artist justice.I LOVE crappy reality TV & shows like Gossip Girl. I don’t apologize for it.I talk to the radio a lot- whether it’s bad commericals or annoying DJs. I tell them to shut up.
I can’t stop!
I would love to be a professional singer and I know I have the vocals for it. I just can’t write and if I wasn’t singing my own songs I wouldn’t feel like an artist. So I work in accounting. I feel most comfortable with a bunch of guys shooting darts & drinking beer or bowling. I’ve been known to talk far too much but sometimes I just want to be silent. People don’t understand this about me. I feel like my life is(or could be) a sitcom. A LOT. I want to be a stay at home mom one day. I know I’m not ready to be a mom yet though. I love the smell of my boyfriends cologne more then anything.. always have, even when we were just friends. When I’m sick I always want my mom but she never took care of me like that when I was young so it totally confuses the hell out of me. I live a lot in my own head and thoughts.My brain is just always going.Friends have said you could get lost in my head. I’m aware.I do it daily. I want people to shut up already about me quitting smoking.I’ll do it when I’m damn ready!
I’m still figuring myself out.
To be continued…
I totally agree about the sports thing… I’ve just never met a girl like that where it wasn’t, in some roundabout way, contrived. Either she did it so she could watch the game with guys, or talk about the game later with guys, or just seem like the kind of cool laid back girl that guys like. It’s always something.
The LV thing is dead on, too. The real kicker, to me, is the actual inside of the bag. No lining, no little pocket for my cellphone. At least other overpriced handbags can claim superior quality. These things are basically a brown paper bag covered in pebbled leather.
Now… as for my personal secrets… I’m afraid I’m not smart enough to finish the PhD program I started and I’m just going to wind up having wasted five years of my life being poor for nothing.
I’m a size zero (and always have been), but have cellulite on my thighs.
I love my husband, an artist, more than anything, but sometimes fantasize about how life would be simpler if he had a more stable job.
I love the sound of rain when I am in bed. I love to run in the rain in the summertime. When I was 6 me and my best friend danced in the rain, I still remember it being one of the best feelings of my life. I worry too much. I want to move back home but know my chances of that are very small. I love my fiance but I fear I will regret getting married so young. I think life is passing me by too quickly. I HATE the smell of cigarette smoke. I love to cry during chic flicks.
P.S. I read your blog everyday…you inspire me.
You will enjoy italian lessons. It’s easy when you know a bit of Spanish. I recommend downloading Tiziano Ferro music, but make sure it’s not Spanish because he sings in Spanish also. Also, google “radio italia” because there is a live online stream of one of the most popular radio stations. Io studio in Milano, Italia il ano scorso. (I studied in Milan, Italy last year.) In buon lupo! (Good luck!)
Oh, and I love Nutella. And I can’t appreciate American cappuccino after returning from Italy. =)
You iron sheets and speak in different languages to your cat and your mom? You’re a renaissance woman
Great post.
I hate that I tell everyone that I don’t want to get married and have babies but thats only because I’m terrified its never going to happen, so its better just to not want it in the first place
I love the fact that I’m working towards a PhD and I really really want to be a professor at a well respected university, but hate that I belittle my academic achievements at every possible opportunity.
I LOVE summer, I LOVE the smell of my skin in the sun and I love love the way the beautiful man I met two summers ago made me feel, and hate that I’ll probably have to go to his wedding not as the bride.
I love champagne, chocolate, flowers, first dates, skirts, high heels, the smell of babies, puppies and kittens. In short I LOVE being a girl, but would never ever admit any of that.
I think I might be in love with my best friend. But she’s a girl. And a christian.
I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that I can apparently be more honest with an impersonal blog than I can with my closest friends and family.
Love this post, I too have an affinity for cinnamon toast and tweezers.
I hate the feeling of suede, it makes me gag, I could live on cereal and avacadoes, I’ve only gotten my car washed twice in 3 years and it doesn’t bother me at all, I have had crushes on best friends boyfriends- never acted on them, but I feel its go’d mean trick he plays on me, AND I have dreams that Britney Spears and I are friends all the time.
The catch, she’s SANE in every one of my dreams.
I’m a lover of sushi; feeding ducks on Jamaica Pond; Brooks Adrenaline GTS running shoes; tent camping; sand between my toes; indie movies; the smell of rain, Tide detergent, and Crayola Crayons; and most importantly: goldfish crackers. I believe a small circle of amazing friends is better than a large circle of aquaintances. I sing at the top of my lungs in the shower and when I’m driving… if I’m alone. My driver’s license photos are always good for some reason. I can fold my tongue into a four-leaf clover. I know that even sunshine burns if you get too much. I would like to own 5 cows… and 13 penguins… someday. I take hotter showers than anyone I know. There is nothing better than sweatpants and a good book on a rainy day. I think spooning is one of the most intimate forms of physical contact. I’ve found that the more you learn, the more you realize you have left to learn.
my cat is one of the things that makes life worth living; i no longer color my hair, wear heels or makeup; i love roses but think flowers for Valentines Day is over rated; have friends that are more like family than my sister; the best lover I ever had died in 1983 when I was 22; i am addicted to reading and sometimes do binge reading… doing a new book every day or several on a weekend day; i like volunteer work better than the work i’m paid to do
ok, so i posted already yesterday, but today has been “crazy people” day at work, so i need a bit of a catharsis.
i like that i have a masters degree, but i rarely tell that to other people because they often try to make me ashamed i’m not “using” my degrees.
homemade chocolate chip cookie dough is one of the best things in the world.
i am often much more honest with strangers than i am with my family.
i hate to drive.
i faithfully go to church, but i’m not too sure what all i believe in.
i love LipSmackers lip balm.
i swear much more when i’m alone than when i’m around people.
i feel safest when my boyfriend has an arm around me.
i get to listen to a police scanner and my CDs at work.
i often subconsciously feel superior to other people, then feel guilty.
sometimes i am afraid of turning into my mother if i get married and move back to the suburbs.
ok, catharsis over. time to return to my job.
i collect krazy straws and crazy hats.
i can’t write anything without a thesaurus or dictionary.com.
i initially hated all of my current best friends.
i’m 23 and i’ve never had a boyfriend or kissed a boy sober
i have embarrassingly large manhands.. and my friends make me open jars.
i have no desire to ever get married.
i am obsessed with the idea of marrying into judaism.
i get a thrill out of picking scabs and letting them bleed all over.
i can’t snap.
i have a ridiculously high threshold for pain.
i love pb m&ms, slushies, warm milk, ketchup and pretzel salt.
i refuse to kiss a guy if i know he’s attached.
i’m a fantastic liar.
i’d prefer panty lines to wearing a thong.
i get my horoscope from the onion.
i’m tempted to have kids just so i can name them.
i never remember a face.
i don’t even sleep braless.
i vote in local elections just for the sticker.
i’m embarrassed to be seen hanging out with fat people because I think it makes me fat by association.
my friends call me the dark cloud.
i organize my dresser when i’m stressed out, but i’m generally a messy person
my worst nightmares are the ones where my dog dies
my favorite temperature is 74 degrees
i know i look better with short hair, but i’m growing it out so guys will like me more
despite that, i’m generally a confident person
(actually, no, people think i’m confident. i’m a nervous wreck all the time)
i’ve never been in love with someone
i’ve never dated anyone, even though i’m objectively pretty.
i go to an all girl’s school
i hang out with guys mostly
i pretend to be napping when i just want to think about things
when i was sixteen, i made out with a 22 year old because i wanted a good story
i love being skinny. even if i have small boobs
i’m extremely popular for someone who has extreme social anxiety
i probably won’t make it as an actress
i was the only planned child in my family
i only eat health food, i’m a vegetarian, and i don’t eat processed sugar, but i smoke
i’m afraid i’ll never be happy
I just got home after a 13-hour work day. My job has sucked away my soul, but someday soon it will buy me Louboutin. I’m okay with the trade-off.
I can make friends with anyone…or at least, anyone who’s smart. Few things creep me out more than green beans that squeak when you bite them. Also, cruelty is disgusting.
I recently broke up with the love of my life because I want children, and he doesn’t. If I’m still single at 35, I’m going to need more cats.
I get uncomfortable with people who are very serious. The more serious they are, the more I grin like a crazed fool. This is bad in business meetings.
I have a big butt. S’okay though…I think it makes my waist look smaller. Wish I had some giant boobs to do the same.
My dad died 3 years ago, and I still miss him a lot. I wish that, when I look back on my life, the losses didn’t stand out so much. But I am definitely stronger than I ever dreamed I’d be.
I could live on Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and lychee martinis. I miss New York City but won’t ever move back there. I hate that “new car smell” everyone loves so much. I only wash my hair when it starts to hurt from being dirty.
I have three children and sometimes I don’t love them equally. I hate my mother in law. I sometimes don’t even like my own mother. I met my husband thru the internet. I want to be a stay at home mom in the worst way. I want my husband to find a job where he’ll be really happy. I have strep throat right now and it hurts like hell. One of my brothers died 4 months ago and sometimes I hate him for that. I sometimes think about my first kiss.. and compare it to others. I’m afraid that one of my children will die before me. My best feature (I think) is my hands. I constantly paint my nails. I have just made my husband late for work by posting this. This is the first time I’ve posted on someone’s blog.
I love curling up with a book and some tea. I absolutely love all of Jane Austen’s books. I wish I was a writer. I’m afraid of failure. I don’t actually like my major. But I don’t know what else to do with my life. My last relationship has made me unable to trust. I’m afraid of commitment. And even more afraid of being alone the rest of my life. I want to get married, but feel like I’ll never find the right man. I have a wild side that most people have never seen. My family means the world to me – I’d be lost without them. I’m skinny and scared of getting fat one day. I’m graduating from college in less than 3 years with a B.S. and I’m barely 21 and hate telling people that. I work hard but like to play even harder. I wish I was a ballerina or a professional soccer player. I love Canadian and British accents. And, I want to be a world traveler.
I also enjoy reading this blog!
Great idea!
I don’t dance but wish I could.
I quit smoking 7 yeaars ago but still wish I smoked.
I keep a list of all the guys I’ve had sex with. I think it’s much longer than it should be, longer than what “they” tell us it should be. I’m such a slut.
I get weak in the knees when a guy calls me sweet names like sweetie, honey, sugar, etc.
I only make the bed when I know someone is coming over.
I’m scared that I will never find another man worth spending time with.
I was married for ten years and would love to marry again
I’m almost 50 but all my close girlfriends are around 35.
People think I’m much more confident and outgoing than I really am. I’m a big fake, I really don’t know what I’m doing most of the time.
I hate that I didn’t get to finish college and all my friends are very educated.
My mom and I have a strange relationship. I think partly because I have hidden resentment because she didn’t protect me from the rape and abuse that my father inflicted on me from age 4 to 15
I’m a optimist!
I’m not confident even though others think I am
I hate being responsible but hate being unresponisbile
I am unsure what to do with life
I love my sisters but hate my mom and dad
I don’t love(never did) my boyfriend but don’t know how to break up with him
I love the smell of rain
I love to sleep by myself
I love being alone
I like to take pictures
I would love to travel but can’t
I don’t want to finish college..I’ve changed majors so many times
I’ve never been in real love
I never want to marry or have kids
I hate designer everything
I love celebrity gossip more than i should
I want to be a writer but think I have nothing interesting to say
I get along with guys but wish I had more girlfriends
I wish I was more outgoing
I wish I could dance
I am leery of big sunflowers.
I always knew I didn’t want children, but I did think I’d get married.
I couldn’t be happier now that neither happened.
I would choose my dogs over my boyfriend of 18 years. Because they need me more.
I love my sunny neighborhood.
I am proof that college doesn’t equal financial success.
I have skated through life thus far, with excellent health and prosperity. I worry my day is coming.
I don’t let a day go by without being grateful for being so lucky.
I still do double-takes when I see short, red-headed boys. And I do sometimes think about what could have happened with that short, red-headed boy if we’d ever kept in touch, if I hadn’t gotten into a serious relationship, and if he hadn’t knocked up someone else and married her.
I eat candy every night before I go to sleep. I even brought several pounds of American candy back to Europe with me because all they make here is marshmallows and gummies, and I’m a Skittles addict.
I’ve never had a car accident, not even dinged someone’s fender in a parking lot, but I’ve had more near-misses than I care to admit.
I haven’t really written in over two years, and I don’t know why. And I’m not sure I even want to write anymore, even though I do. I know that doesn’t make sense. But does anything?
I keep chocolate chips in my desk drawer.
I can’t stop listening to “Falling Slowly” from the “Once” soundtrack.
I have to wear lycra undies in order to zip my jeans.
I don’t iron my sheets. I don’t iron anything
I stopped keeping a journal when i got married because i felt it wouldn’t be possible to keep it authentic.
It turns me on when my husband takes out the garbage.
I love my kids, but they sometimes turn me into my mother, & that freaks me out.
I hate the sound of whistling too.
I love my life. It’s so much better than i ever imagined it would turn out. I just wish i could wake-up an hour later in the morning.
I am unsure about everything.
I often speak when I should be silent.
I miss my first love.
I wonder what my life would have been like if he hadn’t left me.
I love my children more than I ever thought possible.
I constantly compare myself to other people and consistently find myself lackinig.
I wish I was thin.
I’ll never be thin.
I wish he loved me like I love him.
I wish that I was financially solvent. I’m not completely sure what that means, but believe it has something to do with not checking my online bank statement 50 times a day.
I wish I had gone into another profession. I hate the medical field.
I hate that I wasted all those years in college getting a BA and a MA only to not use them.
I pick my fingernails when I worry.
I have eaten an entire jar of marshmallow creme by myself. In one sitting.
I hate that I’m unsure about so much.
I thought I would have it together by now.
I worry that I’ll never grow up.
Fish-
Thanks for providing a forum so we can all remember that we are not alone in our quirks.
I love my new house but I am overwhelmed by the amount of time it takes to maintain; I am 40 and am training to fight in muay thai tournaments; I have a crush both of my instructors – probably because they’re the only men I’ve met in the last six months; I stopped wearing panties in high school; I love to slide around in my socks on my hardwood floors; I’m afraid I’ll not only be alone but also lonely; I’m afraid I might never find all the pieces from my shattered heart; I love my abs; I’m getting tired of putting on a brave face all the time; sometimes I just need a hug
This post could go on forever & that’s why I love it. I pick @ my big toenails when I get nervous & don’t know why. I have to be nice to ppl all the time b/c I am a receptionist. My bf makes good money but thinks that he doesn’t. I am anixous to get pregnant now but afraid to be pregnant @ the very same time. I refuse to parent my own children the way that I was parented growing up. I will not force religion on my children. My children will be able to have their own thoughts, opinions & have the ability to make their own decisions in life. And I will still love them no matter what. Last night my bf & I have picked out a name for our yet to be conceived, unborn, daughter. It will be Eden Brenya Lewis! I am the happiest that I have ever been in my life & it scares me to death. Sometimes I don’t know how to act. I try to convince myself that I don’t care what my parents think of the way that I live my life, but I still do. I live w/my bf of 4yrs now & we are not married. I don’t want to care anymore..I try not too..
I’m totally blogging about this today–what a great post! A few of mine:
- I’m desperately addicted to orange Crystal Light. I drink two quarts of it a day.
- I love peanut butter and black olive sandwiches.
- I once broke up with a man because one eye was slightly smaller than the other.
- I am terrified of birds.
I am not in love with my boyfriend of 7mths, but I dont want to let him go because he treats me better than anyone has ever done.
i cant get over him, even after 3yrs. I miss him more and more each day, even though he broke my heart over and over.
i hate the fact that my family depends on me as much as they do, and hate myself even more for feeling that way.
i dont sleep with a pillow…
I’m sick of temping. But the personnel people at my real new job are taking forever.
I’ve never been in love. I want to be.
I pretend to be a cynic but it’s only because if I was as mushy as I am, I’d be constantly crying.
I love riding the subway.
I need to cut my hair, but hate doing so.
There’s a boy on the other side of the world who I miss in sharp painful bursts that surprise me. Does he miss me too?
I miss being friends with boys. They too are all on the other side of the world.
Buy me flowers and I’m yours. Despite the master’s degree and the Ivy League B.A. it’s as simple as that.
I’m secretly relieved that he dumped me because I don’t think I could’ve done it.
I’m an excellent liar but wish I wasn’t.
The thought of working every day for the rest of my life gives me hives.
I have a crush on someone I totally shouldn’t.
The thought of dating causes hyperventilation.
I hate when people confuse the use of ‘I’ and ‘Me’.
I love love love cheese of all kinds.
I wish I had more self-confidence and I wasn’t so awkward.
I wish I believed people when they give me compliments.
I love The Hills and think they are my real friends.
I hate my hair and body even though i don’t think either are that terrible.
I wonder if what I do constitutes as bulimia.
I hate that I’m such a jealous person.
I resent my parents but know I love them.
My sister drives me insane.
I think I’m destined for greatness but fear it will never happen.
I won’t marry unless I am head over heels in love and I’m not sure that really exists.
I’m a good kisser and I love making out.
I am obsessed with my cat. It is not healthy.
I trust people too easily, and talk too much.
I love geeting my eyebrows waxed, i think it feels good.
I am scared of my parents dying, which is why i dont want to move out.
I still sleep with my blankie.
i could sleep all day if you let me.
i love staying in bed and watching tv. i hate writing with pencils.
I have to have chapstick with me at all times.
I can go 2 weeks without shaving my legs, im single, whats the point?
i love diet coke
i hate talking on the phone
i dont like standing for long periods of time
i hate drinking and it makes me puke, but i do it anyway (i think im allergic if its possible)
i am easily irritated
i am terrified of the effects of global warming.
i am always broke
i hate the sound of whistling and ppl chewing with they mouth open
i smoke way too much herb
i hate cleaning my house, but love cleaning other people’s house
Dont like coffee
sleep naked
like to sleep alone
LOVE napping
Hate wearing thongs
I love my dog more than any man I have ever met
I wish the guy I met was ready for a relationship
I take what people say as the truth
I am too perceptive for my own good
I love living alone, but hate waking up by myself
I wish there was someone to go home to, my hosue or theirs
I love to sleep in moonlight
Whistling is the sound evil makes.
It’s so wonderful reading all these things… I’m glad you girls have the same issues and insecurities as I do. Fish, I loooove your blog. I’ve been reading it at work for years. Can you do a ’100 things about me’ list? I’d love to read it!
I see people have been popping over to my blog today… you probably didn’t know that I’m easily distracted.
Next week!
Only 4 people know I am anti-depressants (2 live in other provinces)
I am afraid what will happen if I off them, in order to try to get pregnant.
My best friend dumped me b/c of my BF. I married him, but still miss and hate her at the same time.
I love bellydancing, but not in public
I hate that my non-university educated husband makes more than me
I only feel sexy without my glasses, but I wear them all the time..
I love Britney Spearsâ music
I look at blogs all day, at work
I donât usually wear makeup. I blame it on not enough time
I love my big breasts
I am terrified of them sagging b/c of breastfeeding or old age
I have told my coworkers that if I won the lottery, I would be outta there in a hot second
I love my co-workers, it is a very fun, non-professional, non-political office
I wonder if my good friend is gay, because sheâs never had a boyfriend or had sex..
I have a blog, but no one can see it
I have a better sense of direction than most people I know
I have had a horse and a piano but my parents didnât get it tuned and never gave me riding lessons. I cannot ride or play piano.
I switched from the clarinet to the bass clarinet b/c my mom liked the sound of the clarinet. Iâm going to buy a clarinet soon.
I hate my brother for having so many emotional and mental problems.
I still feel sorry for him that our stepdad treats him bad and that it is hard for him to have a normal life.
ET was the first movie I saw in theatre
I am Legend was the most recent movie I saw.
And
Every time I see a LV bag, I think itâs fake
this reminds me of the [wonderful] Kleenex commercial…thanks Heather.
this reminds me of that [wonderful] Kleenex commercial…thanks Heather.
this reminds me of that [wonderful] Kleenex commercial…thanks Heather.
*I love fried chicken and coke. I had to give them both up.
*I wish my Mom hadn’t killed herself. I miss her and I feel so guilty that I couldn’t save her.
*I hate working out but I know I will have to do it for the rest of my life.
*I read blogs all day at work but still manage to do my job well.
*I am horrible at managing my money.
I let people walk all over me because I think I am being a good friend.
I have “lost” many friends over misunderstandings, but I am ok with the few “true” friends I have.
I love to read, but I rarely have time.
I can’t stand people who think and act like they are smarter than everyone.
I think “nearly everyone” should have kids to learn that it is not all about “you” all the time.
I sleep in the nude.
I love homemade hot chocolate.
I have only recently started liking tomatoes.
I love my child dearly and secretly wish she will have nothing of her father in her.
I am a firm believer in the saying “Karma is a bitch”.
I have panty lines and I don’t care. When I look into my cat’s eyes, the world makes sense. I love cold weather. I live in Florida. Northern Florida, so I make believe it is cold here. I rely on comfort food when I am stressed. I can’t wait to get pregnant, but I don’t want what comes after it. Yet. I am not afraid of spiders. I only wear wireless bras. I converted to Catholicism. I married the love of my life last year after splitting up in college. I feel really insecure and depressed sometimes. I take pills for that, and they really make a difference. I love sweet tea. I have one brother. I recently darkened my bottle-blond hair, and I feel smart and sexy. My vision is so bad that I can’t even see in front of me. I only wear wireless bras. I love salads and sandwiches. I HATE loud talkers. I don’t have a blog or use facebook. I am verrrry private, to a paranoid degree. I have abandonment issues, but I have learned to treat myself with kindness, and it really makes me feel better. I take a bath every day.
I love to laugh â and the resulting crowâs feetâ¦I procrastinateâ¦I love footballâ¦I spend an hour a week reading to a boy who has probably never had anyone read to him beforeâ¦I canât watch the âEchoâ Pedigree commercial without crying (and I am a cat person)â¦I have very short pinkie fingersâ¦I hate the sound of paper being tornâ¦There is a man in my life who canât live without me, but I am not in love with him⦠I spend too much time watching TVâ¦I now know that once a reason leaves, he should never come backâ¦I dream of being a writerâ¦I want to be married and have a family, but I am afraid I am too fat to find anyone who will want meâ¦I am not the person I want to be.
I create hangnails when I get nervous.
I take my anger out on the people who don’t deserve it.
I pee in inappropriate places when I get drunk.
I randomly ignore people for months at a time, for no reason.
I over-use commas.
I’m terrified my mouth will be ruined from my wisdom teeth.
I can’t wait to go home, even though it’s just for a visit.
I’m jealous of all of my siblings for reasons they will never know.
I lie… a lot.
I’m rude to strangers that are trying to be nice to me.
I have trouble sleeping.
I have more trouble waking up.
I love my dog.
I’m constantly angry at my dad.
I won’t stop eating popcorn until it’s GONE.
I LOVE the sound of pencil sharpeners.
I hate the sound of strangers’ laughs.
I get old-lady hands when it’s cold.
I don’t know when to stop drinking.
When I was little, I carved Audrey’s initials into our brand new dryer. I confessed last year when the family brought it up and she still swore she couldn’t remember doing it
“I distrust women who know too much about sports or carry Louis Vuitton. That **** is too expensive to be that ugly.”
OMG! I *think* I love you. Every time I see one of their bags, I assume it’s a knock-off. I didn’t realize my former roommate’s and dear friend’s LV was real for months. Thankfully she’s seen the light and pretty much retired the bag.
I prefer 2% greek yogurt with splenda and strawberries to any ice cream.
I love my body but I hate my skin and the fact that I still get zits at 26.
I want to get a cat but I’m afraid I’m too selfish to even take care of a fish, much less a mammal.
I think I’m still in love with my ex/best friend who I dumped (who has a gf of over a year), but I try to ignore that and my current bf has no idea. The gf looks eerily like me, and my friends keep mentioning it.
Iâm falling in love and I donât think Iâm good enough for him…
There are some days I like me more than others…
I still miss my first loveâ¦and want him to find me even if only for a brief encounter…
I have gone to an AA meetingâ¦and, at times, should probably go backâ¦
I have an addiction â to capersâ¦
I want to be with someone that craves meâ¦and Iâll never settle for less againâ¦He craves meâ¦
I watch free internet porn…
I want to be pregnant, but I don’t want the lifelong commitment of being a mother…
I just admitted that to myself…
I have had a “Sugar Daddy” and it was a great relationship…
I didn’t have sex with him…
People give me endless praise…
If they only knew…
He hasn’t called and that makes me sad…
i secretly love attention – lots of it.
i’ve been abused as a child. i don’t like letting people close to me.
i want to make lots of money but also do good.
i read blogs at work and pretend that i’m super busy.
between fame and fortune, i choose fortune even though i used to dream about being famous as a child.
i loved the ocean and the sand as a kid. i like watching fireworks. i once fell for a guy just because he used a SAT word.
i get weepy around my period.
i hate to lie but when forced to, am not bad at it.
people who speak slowly sometimes irritate me.
i regret not being a better friend sometimes. i regret having been a bad daughter.
i don’t think i’ve ever been in love.
i miss my ex.
it’s been a long time since i’ve been kissed.
i sometimes wonder if i will ever meet “the one.”
I love to laugh and the resulting crow’s feet…I procrastinate…I love football…I spend an hour a week reading to a boy who has probably never had anyone read to him before…I can’t watch the “Echo” Pedigree commercial without crying (and I am a cat person)…I have very short pinkie fingers…I hate the sound of paper being torn…There is a man in my life who can’t live without me, but I am not in love with him…I spend too much time watching TV…I now know that once a reason leaves, he should never come back…I dream of being a writer…I want to be married and have a family, but I am afraid I am too fat to find anyone who will want me…I am not the person I want to be.
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This is the only blog I read, love it! Heather, you’re a wonderful writer.
I have a shoe fetish.
My exhusband’s new wife looks alot like me.
I love my f-buddy but he doesn’t know. He’ll never return the feelings because I’m a f-buddy but the only reason I became that for him was because I love him. No one knows I even have a f-buddy (well, no one did before now)
I have a wonderful black lab that loves me.
I didn’t want to be a grandma but now he is the light of my life.
I love wearing thongs.
I’ve tried internet dating several times and it didn’t work for me.
Love kraft mac & cheese!
Love to watch the food network.
I don’t have the girl gene either, makeup and fashion confuse me.
I always have cold feet.
Love the smell of coffee but don’t drink it.
I google a man before I go out with him.
I think women are beautiful but I love men.
I wore braces but my teeth aren’t straight.
I get lost easily.
I love Costa Rica and Disneyworld.
I wish my secret guy loved me like I love him.
I love my family more than they probably realise. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. I’m addicted to eyeliner. I always carry my baby pillow with me whenever I travel. I love wearing high heels.The pudgy girl in me wishes she were skinny, the smart girl in me knows I should be happy being healthy. I worry about my oldest and bestest friend and miss her more than I can say.I’d love to own my own house, though I’d rather live in an apartment. I trust too easily and get hurt for it too.I use humour to avoid being serious. I wish my legs were longer.I hate control-freaks.I wish I had a closer relationship with my brother. I love getting text messages.
Great post Fish
My hair is a tangled mess every day when I get out of the shower, and by the time I get to the office, it’s perfect. I resent the effort it takes to get it that way.
My biggest dream is to move to New York City. But I moved to Prague after college for a while, and I’m not quite ready to feel broke and lonely again, even though I know I’d be much more prepared this time around.
I listen to NPR and TV show podcasts while I do my hair and makeup. It makes my day feel more productive.
I love to run, but only on busy streets. I won’t let myself slow down if cars are racing past.
I watch 13 TV shows per week. The writer’s strike has helped me get my life back.
I am currently reading nine different books. I only read memoirs and biographies, nonfiction, current events and journalism history. There are too many good stories that really happened to bother with fiction.
I shop a lot. But it’s stuff I need, like furniture and work clothers.
I subscribe to 11 magazines and I read them all.
I loved this idea so much, I posted my own list on my blog and challenged my readers to make their own.
Thanks!
And I’m terrified that people will use it against me. Apparently I’m more insecure than I thought I was.
I don’t stand up for myself with my family. The last time my mom was yelling at me over the phone, I handed it to my 6yo son, he stood up for me better than I ever would have.
I have broken up with my current boyfriend three times. The last time was because I freaked after finding out that my x-husband was getting remarried. My boyfriend helps calm me down and has forgiven and joked about me dumping him. He is the third guy I’ve loved, the other two were also blue-eyed cappricorns.
Almost every guy I’ve ever had a crush on or dated has had blue eyes. Of the ones that didn’t, none were white.
I am much younger than my siblings and sometimes I wonder if I will ever fill like an adult around them.
I love peanut butter on my ice cream.
Dark Chocolate is the best.
My relationship with my “stepBOB” exists only to please my mother.
I love the ocean and walking in the rain.
My favorite animals are dolphins and panthers.
I play video games to hide from the world.
I hate my job, but I’m learning to be happy.
I am always late.I wear pink fleece pants constantly.I woke up this morning holding my teddy bear, and that felt nice.I love my niece, but am horrified of anything bad happening to her.Makes me wonder if I should have kids.I pick out baby names.I try out boy’s last names the minute I meet them.I think nose-blowing should only be done in the bathroom.I adore text messaging.I hate that I still see his face when I hear a love song.I can write mean emails like you wouldn’t believe.My mood changes abruptly.I would prefer to have a new outfit every time I go out.I am working on paying off my credit cards, but then I don’t have any money.I’ve been told I look like Carrie Underwood and that makes me want to turn cartwheels (if I knew how). Aqua DiGio on a man makes my knees weak, as does calling me “baby”. I put ketchup on my eggs.I watch “Jerry Maguire” when I’m sad. When people whistle, I want to punch them in the face. I goof off at work b/c my job means nothing to me. I hate my squishy stomach.I heart peanut M&M’s.
Loved this. Thanks for the inspiration!
I love to cuddle. Sushi is my favorite food. I could eat Cap’t Crunch for dinner. Or oreos. Or potato chips and dip. I love old metal things. I work on a Macintosh. I like maps. And clocks. And soft things. I love taking naps. I still get high. I love the smell of coffee, but don’t drink it. I love to travel. She is alive because of me, I’ve never met her, it’s my greatest accomplishment. I bought Apple stock at the end of 2000. I wish I had more time to read. And sleep. I love cheese. I sometimes crave steak. I almost never make my bed. I hate change, but adapt well. I still miss him. Always will. I’m still mad at him. Always will be. I don’t like to sleep alone. She tried to kill herself when I was a kid, we never talk about it.
I own 50 pairs of shoes but rotate the same 2 each week
I have changed clothes in my car more often than I should admit
I draw on the glass everytime I am in the shower
I am a little bit psychic, but not enough to make a difference
Sometimes I think I am too good of a friend
I am terrified I will die and someone will find and read my journal
I always think my friends are mad at me, even when there is no reason why they would be
I wish I had a roommate only so there would be someone to give me a hug when I need it
I count on karma to settle the score when someone screws me over
I hate shaking hands because mine are always cold
I break rules that I think are stupid like not being able to wear capris to work
I can’t be good friends with someone unless they can make me laugh
I daydream about spooning every night when I go to bed because I sleep alone
I think a man that can drive a stick shift is sexy
I would rather be smart than pretty; although smart & pretty is preferred
There’s a lot I could share, but the most important one would be how relieved I am to find out I’m not the only person who speaks in foreign languages to her cat. =)
I miss the piano so much it hurts sometimes, I wish I hadn’t stopped playing (nana was right!). I’m secretly ignoring the fact that my ass is getting wider. I miss the bad break-up which made me lose 20lbs, but am happy that I’m not quite as scared of food. I wish my bf wasn’t so self-centered. I am REALLY going to stop smoking…feb 28th. I once thought I was gay, but am okay with just having girl-crushes now and then. I’m jealous of my cousins who have a dentist as a father, they have great teeth and I do not. I would really like to have a pet skunk.
im kinda new to this.
i dont like pple who brag about stuff
hate haters
still in love with my ex boyfriend who is my first love
despise show offs
just realised im kinda bi sexual
i dont like the guy im dating but dont know how to tell him
plus that louis vuitton handbag stuff is so true, i thot i was the only one who felt that way
just found out about this on ivillage
this is my new bestfriend
I loved this so much I had to do one of my own. My readers loved it!
The Butterfly Temptress
I hate the fact that I can’t wear my nails long. ( I work in a hospital)
Pink is the best color, ever.
I love my cats more than I love most humans.
A Coach bag would be my best splurge purchase, but I’m too cheap to buy a real one.
I have a great knock off Coach bag…
I have no desire to have a real relationship with my father. It annoys me when he calls.
I’m a nurse, and some days I screw up. I don’t tell anyone.
I have been dating a married man for over 10 years. We have an 8 year old daughter.
I don’t feel too bad about that.
I would go to church every weekend if I wasn’t working every other weekend.
My mom is more than a mom, she’s a true BFF.
My sister gets on my damned nerves.
I’m afraid to get tested for STDs.
I just bought a new truck and I love it!
I think I will be like 75 with 43 cats. I’d be OK with that…
I like I Love Lucy more than is reasonable.
I never like other people’s kids.
I think other people don’t have as good as hygiene as me.
I get nervous a lot but pretend that I am supper confident.
I feel bad when men flirt with me if I’m on a date.
I wish my boyfriend and I went on more dates.
I LOVE LOVE to pluck my eyebrows. I think (Know) I’m right in my head even if I don’t show it. I judge people by their looks. I think I’m really pretty but only in the last 2 years. I want to get my teeth whitened with Zoom. I want to be a MILF.
I am most happiest when I have my favorite music and a clear night sky;
I want to move from the midwest so bad cuz I’m so bored here; I also want to move away from my ex I still love but at the same time am scared to death I’ll never see again;
I have a secret crush but I think he knows by now =)
I think I reclaimed my virginity after not even being kissed for a year and 1/2….it being my decision
I have to many interests I don’t know what to do with myself
I hate my freckles but love the ones on my belly
Ice cream makes me happy
I love my sister but recently realized I can’t tell her anything private or she unleashes it when angry
I’ve never done an illegal drug in my life and I think that makes me awesome
I’m horribly afraid of rejection
Therefore I can’t flirt without studdering so I just don’t
Even when in a relationship it’s hard to initiate intimacy
My first kiss was at age 16 and it was horrible
I hate my boobs…no no….despise is better
I tend to be very critical of myself when everyone around me tells me I’m pretty, sometimes I see it
I’m an artist but don’t quite conisder myself good enough to be an artist
I have 2 paint sets and haven’t painted with either, I need to
I don’t like alot of people yet want to have a career someday that helps people
from arg.
I love shopping.
I love dressing up and take pictures of myself.
I love to cuddle my hubby and my son.
I got bore in my work,wanted to step out but until now i’m still hee.
wanted to take up 2nd course ( tourism,nursing or culinary arts)
hmmmmmm.I think about it.
to be continue…
im obsessed with cleaning & hygiene.
im funny.
im always anxious about almost anything.
i love spending time with my two best friends and sister – it makes me extremely happy!!!
i fear i m going to be single forever
i love my job
i have too many white clothes
I bite my nails and drop them on the floor of my car
I daydream daily that my husband in killed in a car crash and I become a widow with three children
I rarely wear makeup
I still have a crush on my best friends brother after 20 years!
I could wear jeans, a tank top and flip flops every day for the rest of my life.
My mother suffers from a mental illness and sometimes I hate her for it.
I love my sister but she annoys the F**K out of me
I pick my nose.
I miss smoking
I wish I could have an affair and not get caught (with my best friends brother).
You probably didnt know…
I have the most pathetic moments in my life because im in love. I have no backbone when it comes to my ex that I ADORE. Im so in love right now, even as I type this im trying not to cry cause im so upset. All of his friends send me e-mails everyday saying how great I was and they cant understand after almost three years my guy still acts 12 and walks out on me when he feels like it gets to hard. I had an abortion and I hide it from everyone. Im so ashamed at myself and dont know what to do about it anymore. It will be a year march 23. I cant trust my ex, I think he even cheated on me once. I dont know how to make things better with us and im mentally tired of being the only one trying. I dont know what to do, I cant get past any of this anymore. I cant forgive myself for what I did. I cant forgive him for walking out on me. This causes more problems. This sounds awful but when were together its amazing. We great, happy, funny, random and have so many inside jokes they keep us laughing. Oh gosh now im crying and need to stop before a co-worker sees. We both think the good out weighs the bad but cant seem to get it together long enough to just Be Us…and because of that im going crazy. Were not talking again and im having surgery the day before my graduation and two days before my senior trip to fix what happened during my abortion. I feel soooo alone but dont know what to do.
I, too, HATE whistling!
Hey Fish! I loved this post months ago… and my co-blogger Sarah and I are blogging about how we try/fail for perfection. My streaming thoughts brought me to writing a list of my “bad traits” that mimics this post, I just wanted to let you know you inspired me and I’m going to link to this post in my comments section!
Thanks for the constant inspiration, beautiful writing, and thought provoking material, this blog is by far my favorite to read.
I love your blog. I love to travel, I’m living in Europe at the moment, and I can’t seem to settle down no matter how many guys I date. Despite this I want nothing more than to settle down and have a family. In fact, when I meet a guy I find reasons not to date him because I’m afraid of my desires to settle. I just had a fling with a guy in Budapest. He wasn’t even Hungarian, he is Portugese. Even though it was amazing, I still have not e-mailed him. And I didn’t offer him my e-mail when he gave me his. I’m afraid of ruining the allure of the memory of it. I’ve been “quitting” smoking for about 6 months. I love to cook extravagant meals for my friends. I love good beer, but I usually drink wine instead (I fear I may be pretentious). I don’t have a hand-bag collection or more than 3 pairs of heels. But sometimes I wish I did.
I live with my mom
I often wonder why i do the things i do
I dont think that love is for me
I HATE the thought of being alone
But i wont let any one get close to me
I hate liars
I smoke cigs daily
With out them i am a really mean person
I hate my job
My manager hates me
I hate the rain
I want my room frreezzing cold
even if it means sleeping with 3 covers
I have to sleep with one foot out of the bed
I will not date or even befriend you if you do not shower daily
I buy coastly things to make me feel beetter
I spent $894 at coach one day because of it
I love american egale & Hollister
I hate walmart
I loast my virginity as a freshman in highschool
&& have to do it at least once a month
I still have sex with my ex boyfriend even though he has a girlfriend
I hate confrintation
But i love to get my point across
I will not and do not let others walk over me
I will tell you what i feel about you
I cant stand freezing cold weather
Makes my nose itch
i want to be rich but not famouse
Im good at making others think what i want them to
I have had 4 carse since i was 16 && im only 18
I have had sex with 7 people and hate all except 2 now
I know that i messed up one great relationship for something that meant nothing
I hate him now and miss the first one every day
Everything reminds me of him!:(
I want to have my own tv show
I saw things at random
I love to talk about my self but often have no idea what to say
I waste my time on the wrong people and let all the right people walk out of my life
I hate ice cream and i hate chocolate
I cant stand the smeel of fish
I have never in my life had a hamburger && the onle meat i have ever eaten is ham and chicken
The others make me sick just to think about it
Im still a little kid with big hopes