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Thursday, December 29, 2005
 

i'm ready to admit:

  • that I don't understand how the stock market works.

  • that I nearly blinded a man with a jujube.

  • that I have never caught a fish bigger than my hand.

  • that I felt horribly guilty when I tugged that little fish out of the sea.

  • that I used to have dreams that people turned into wolves when I turned my back on them.
  • that I have never been to see Disneyland or Disneyworld or a chiropractor.

  • that I add too much salt and lemon to almost everything.

  • that I have hugged many a tree.

  • that I felt a strong maternal affinity towards a small raccoon kit wearing a styrofoam cup on his head.

  • that I didn't know baby raccoons were called "kits" until this evening.

  • that I suck at putting Ikea furniture together.

  • that I know how to hotwire a car and how to pick a lock.
  • that I sometimes laugh when I am supposed to cry in movies and cry when I am supposed to laugh.

  • that I love, love, love going to the symphony.

  • that I will play a fun little game online and think I've gotten a super-high score, but when I check the actual high scores, I am always about a million points short of making the leaderboard.

  • that I read the ends of books before I am even halfway through the rest.

  • that I should learn when to shut up.

  • that I should learn when to speak up.

  • that I can't remember my Latin declensions to any significant degree.

  • that I wish I had a Master's degree.

  • that I should pay more attention.

  • that I hate disappointing my parents, but I fear it less each year.

  • that I skip past Franz Ferdinand to listen to Neil Diamond.

  • that I spend too much time Googling.

  • that I want to be swept off of my feet.

  • that I believe most women could really use a better bra.

  • that I am too all-or-nothing.

  • that I sat in box seats at a Britney Spears concert.

  • that I am stricken by muffin lust.

  • that I am hard to surprise, but easy to startle.

  • that I love white cotton sheets, 600 thread count.

  • that I have indeed shaken it like a Polaroid picture.

  • that I know you shouldn't shake Polaroid pictures.

  • that I don't always have the most outstanding instincts.

  • that I know the words to every last one of the American patriotic anthems, but have no memory of learning them.

  • that I like french fries more than carrot sticks.

  • that I would rather be yelled at than ignored.

  • that I enjoy the word boondoggle.
  • that I know I can sing better and louder than I let on.

  • that I write screenplays in my head.

  • that I am not sure whether it was the stream of curse words or the spritz of Windex that killed the spider tonight.

  • that I really do need to buy some shoes.
  • that laughing at the stars with Connor was one of the purest moments of happiness I will ever know.

  • that I agitate more than I meditate.

  • that I fall in love with the idea of a man before the reality.

  • that I don't know if I'll ever be a triathlete.

  • that I am resistant to editing on occasion.

  • that I turn up the music on my iPod and twirl on darkened streets with groceries flying and hair streaming and heart on fire.

  • that I am okay with being alone most of the time.

  • that I am too sensitive to words and too insensitive with how I use them.

  • that I envy the fish in the sea.

  • that sometimes my body aches and I am too scared to find out why.

  • that I never want to get out of the sun.

  • that I sometimes get bored and turn off the hockey game.

  • that babies are often the only audience I care to impress.

  • that I get kind of tired of Tom Hanks.

  • that I wandered for five miles in the chill rain -- without coat, umbrella, or hat -- just to avoid the warm, salty sensation of tears running down my face.

  • that I have an inordinate desire to receive email.

  • that I overuse the term gong show, as well as fiasco.
  • that I wish people played Trivial Pursuit more often.

  • that I like dancing more than walking.

  • that I sometimes contemplate never writing again when I read something beautiful someone else has written.

  • that I sometimes feel a strange burning in my heart that reminds me to be thankful.

  • that I always forget to take my full breaks at work.

  • that I hate having things in my iBook trash.

  • that I don't understand the appeal of Ultimate Fighting.

  • that I have an overdeveloped conscience.

  • that I dropped a bag of coffee on the floor tonight by accident and apologized to the bag of coffee before I knew what I was doing.

  • that I think Gwyneth Paltrow is vastly overrated.

  • that I think Janeane Garofalo is vastly underrated.

  • that I am far, far too in love with making lists.

  • that I have no intention of giving that up.

  • that I think -- if you made it this far -- you might think I'm nuts.

  • that I know for a fact you are at least 50% correct.



12:34:07 AM    well, yes, but...  []


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