I AM: sensitive.
I THINK: so much sometimes that it makes my head hurt.
I KNOW: that I am a control freak.
I HAVE: an unusual birthmark, which is really just a blob of amorphous pigmentation. It looks like a tightly clustered constellation of freckles on my thigh.
I WISH: the best for everyone around me, including the beeyotch who cut me off in traffic last week.
I HATE: knick-knacks, particularly “Precious Moments” figurines and things that have been crocheted.
I MISS: my mind. Have you seen it anywhere?
I FEAR: falling from great heights.
I HEAR: harmonies in music.
I SMELL: most of my food before I eat it. It’s just one of my little quirks.
I CRAVE: cheetos – more often than I’d like to admit.
I SEARCH: only when I’m lost.
I WONDER: if there will ever be a Pet Shop Boys album that doesn’t remind me of junior high.
I REGRET: not standing up for myself in the past.
I LOVE: picnic food.
I ACHE: mostly in the neck and shoulders, courtesy of my horrendous posture.
I AM NOT: flat-chested.
I DANCE: as often as possible.
I SING: to almost every song on the radio, and often around the house.
I FIGHT: rarely. There are very few situations (in my opinion) where confrontation is truly necessary and justified.
I CRY: more often than I probably should.
I WIN: over friends fairly easily.
I LOSE: my keys in my purse, ALL the time.
I NEVER: say never.
I ALWAYS: lazily kick my sneakers off inside the front door, then curse myself when I go to put them back on, because the damn laces are still tied.
I CONFUSE: spatials – distances, measurements, terminology, etc.
I LISTEN: intermittently.
I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND: rationalizing the purchase of another pair of black shoes.
I AM SCARED: that someday I might find out that I am infertile.
I NEED: to have some alone time every day.
I AM HAPPY ABOUT: mostly everything – just not outwardly.
I IMAGINE: seldomly. I prefer to operate in reality.
I THINK: so much sometimes that it makes my head hurt.
I KNOW: that I am a control freak.
I HAVE: an unusual birthmark, which is really just a blob of amorphous pigmentation. It looks like a tightly clustered constellation of freckles on my thigh.
I WISH: the best for everyone around me, including the beeyotch who cut me off in traffic last week.
I HATE: knick-knacks, particularly “Precious Moments” figurines and things that have been crocheted.
I MISS: my mind. Have you seen it anywhere?
I FEAR: falling from great heights.
I HEAR: harmonies in music.
I SMELL: most of my food before I eat it. It’s just one of my little quirks.
I CRAVE: cheetos – more often than I’d like to admit.
I SEARCH: only when I’m lost.
I WONDER: if there will ever be a Pet Shop Boys album that doesn’t remind me of junior high.
I REGRET: not standing up for myself in the past.
I LOVE: picnic food.
I ACHE: mostly in the neck and shoulders, courtesy of my horrendous posture.
I AM NOT: flat-chested.
I DANCE: as often as possible.
I SING: to almost every song on the radio, and often around the house.
I FIGHT: rarely. There are very few situations (in my opinion) where confrontation is truly necessary and justified.
I CRY: more often than I probably should.
I WIN: over friends fairly easily.
I LOSE: my keys in my purse, ALL the time.
I NEVER: say never.
I ALWAYS: lazily kick my sneakers off inside the front door, then curse myself when I go to put them back on, because the damn laces are still tied.
I CONFUSE: spatials – distances, measurements, terminology, etc.
I LISTEN: intermittently.
I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND: rationalizing the purchase of another pair of black shoes.
I AM SCARED: that someday I might find out that I am infertile.
I NEED: to have some alone time every day.
I AM HAPPY ABOUT: mostly everything – just not outwardly.
I IMAGINE: seldomly. I prefer to operate in reality.
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