Tag - I'm It

7 things you may or may not know about me:

1. When I get bit by mosquitoes I swell quite a bit. They are insanely itchy. Last week I raked my lazy landlady's leaves. In an effort to be nice, even when she's not. I got a lot of bites. They've been itchy. Driving me nuts. To ease myself I have a ritual that I do to my bites. I first mark an x on them with my finger nail. I push really hard really long. Then I spit on my finger and rub my spit on the bite and then I blow on it. Ahhhhh nice and cool. This beats scratching the crap out of them till they becomes a scab that I can't stop picking. In the end, my oven broke down and my landlady was a hag about it. As I walked past the giant bags of leaves that will be there for months cause she won't clean those up either. I slit two of the bags with my keys and proceeded to my car. So now when she tries to move them the bags will give out underneath and old moldy leaves will spill out. Ahhhhh satisfaction.

2. I like revenge. I see nothing wrong with it. It makes me feel good.

3. I have a pair of runners I bought in Spain that I still haven't worn. I love them but I'm not sure if they suit me and if I can pull them off. Here they are....




4. I have this obsession with hippie clothes. I love the flowing white dresses, the lacy tanks, the long dresses the soft skirts and the pattern shirts. As I walk past them in stores I slide my hand across them. Sometimes, I go try them on and remember why I can't wear them. I look like a knob. I look uncomfortable and awkward. But I still try. These are a small portion of my purchases that I don't wear. I've stopped buying them and have learnt my lesson but I still can't seem to part with them. I am determined that once I grow my hair out they will work for me. And I can look care free, light and soft like the breeze is blowing me through life and my natural nature beauty is all I require to get me through.




5. I still have last years calendar up by my computer. Many times I will look at it out of habit, and totally screw myself up thinking the day is something completely different than what it really is. I like the pictures on it. So, I leave it up. And who cares if the 21st is actually a Monday and not a Sunday? Not me.

6. I listen to incredibly depressing music when I'm at home. I'm typically always alone and I like it. And I drown in it with depressing lonely music. I find it comforting. In some backwards way, it cheers me up. Currently, I'm listening to 9 Crimes by Damien Rice.

7. On my paper route there is this guy who all winter didn't shovel. Now he's trimmed his hedges and have left them all over the sidewalk. He also parks so it's impossible to get to where I drop off his paper. So, I have to cram myself in between the shrub and his car. In the winter I would slip and fall lots. It always ticks me off. When I go past his car on the way back to the street I move his side mirror so every time he drives he has to adjust it. I don't know why, but annoying him the way he annoys me with the parking and the shovelling and the shrubs makes me feel better. Has something to do with #2 above. I know, reeaaaaal mature. But man it feels so good.

That's it. There you go.