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Day Two Hundred and Seventeen:  Tweet Tweet

The truth about me right now is I don’t really know what I’m doing and I am okay with that, kind of. 

I try really hard to meditate on my own but I find myself designing future apartments in my head instead.

I bite the inside of my cheeks and dentists tell me it is terrible for the cells in my mouth but I just can’t stop.

I frequently use words that I kind of know what they mean but they could mean the wrong thing to I do it anyway.

I buy tons of underpants so that I only have to do laundry when my pants run out…

I lied to someone on the phone yesterday and said that I wasn’t old enough to have a banking account or card.

I don’t actually like poutine as uch as I say I do, but it’s intensely good on occaision.

I impulse shop a lot.  Like a lot.

I love getting mail and even when I get my account balances I feel happy because there’s still something for me in there.

While travelling last fall I kept a small packet of Kleenex with me in case there was no toilet paper in a bathroom I went into, I had to use those Kleenexes multiple times.

I don’t know how to properly use my dishwasher.

I bruise very easily but they rarely show.

I like to say that I like dogs but they kind of scare me sometimes.  I do not like cats really, they’re cute though.

I hate listening to people sneeze.  Or burp.  Or chew.

My favourite sound in the world is footsteps.

I want to live on a coast one day for any period of time.

I want to learn how to sail.

Hugh Laurie is my ultimate celebrity crush and I am not ashamed of it.

I drink my whiskey straight, neat, and in small glasses.  Or any glass with any ice I’m not picky.

I have a Vogue addiction.  The magazine and the dance move.

I know every word to Baby Got Back and Ice Ice Baby.

My knee and ankle are sore right now because I danced my ass off last night to Billy Idol.

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