Ha. I'm doing it.
Five weird things about me:
(1) I act like a dog now. Seriously. If I'm in the middle of something and Brett tries to talk to me, I raise my hackles at him without even noticing it. (On that same note...I squeek a lot.) I also have a mouth movement that means no when I don't want to say no. And I have twitches.
(2) I talk to myself whenever I'm alone or semi-alone, but not in the normal way. I talk to myself in different scenarios that I imagine. For instance, I might be walking home from school and decide to talk about my life if I were being interviewed by somebody after writing a really successful novel.
(3) I speak in full sentences in my sleep. Or I'll string really random words into sentences. Or I'll speak some creepy ass unknown language. (Zoe and Lucas know all about that.)
(4) I think tapioca balls are actually fish eyes.
(5) AHHHH! I'm the weirdest person in the whole world but I'm having such a hard time thinking of things...
I eat candy by color. Everything has to be even. But I save my favorite color/flavor for last. Even M&Ms are eaten by color even though it doesn't make a difference. That's kind of weird. And I really don't like putting timers on for unrounded numbers.
Yay. Couch! Oh. I love getting stoned on my couch. It makes me feel like I have a home. With a couch. And a cat. And somebody warm and comfortable and pretty. But my vagina bleeds so I can't do anything about the pretty part. And my kitty's a brat. Cody says he's our child. Calls Logan our son. It's true. He's my baby. Sometimes lame little simple sentences say the most. And cooking tomorrow! So much cooking! FOOD! Oh. I'M HUNGRY! And my mommy sent me two hundred dollars for Thanksgiving...and being poor. And the Christmas cards she had made are from a picture when they were here. So Brett's in it. And that makes me feel warm and fuzzy and happy. She asked about his sizes just so that she has them as reference when she starts Christmas shopping.
Not talking about school.
Work is crazy. So many dogs are boarding.
There's more. Don't remember.
(1) I act like a dog now. Seriously. If I'm in the middle of something and Brett tries to talk to me, I raise my hackles at him without even noticing it. (On that same note...I squeek a lot.) I also have a mouth movement that means no when I don't want to say no. And I have twitches.
(2) I talk to myself whenever I'm alone or semi-alone, but not in the normal way. I talk to myself in different scenarios that I imagine. For instance, I might be walking home from school and decide to talk about my life if I were being interviewed by somebody after writing a really successful novel.
(3) I speak in full sentences in my sleep. Or I'll string really random words into sentences. Or I'll speak some creepy ass unknown language. (Zoe and Lucas know all about that.)
(4) I think tapioca balls are actually fish eyes.
(5) AHHHH! I'm the weirdest person in the whole world but I'm having such a hard time thinking of things...
I eat candy by color. Everything has to be even. But I save my favorite color/flavor for last. Even M&Ms are eaten by color even though it doesn't make a difference. That's kind of weird. And I really don't like putting timers on for unrounded numbers.
Yay. Couch! Oh. I love getting stoned on my couch. It makes me feel like I have a home. With a couch. And a cat. And somebody warm and comfortable and pretty. But my vagina bleeds so I can't do anything about the pretty part. And my kitty's a brat. Cody says he's our child. Calls Logan our son. It's true. He's my baby. Sometimes lame little simple sentences say the most. And cooking tomorrow! So much cooking! FOOD! Oh. I'M HUNGRY! And my mommy sent me two hundred dollars for Thanksgiving...and being poor. And the Christmas cards she had made are from a picture when they were here. So Brett's in it. And that makes me feel warm and fuzzy and happy. She asked about his sizes just so that she has them as reference when she starts Christmas shopping.
Not talking about school.
Work is crazy. So many dogs are boarding.
There's more. Don't remember.