I google myself daily.
I normally shower at least twice a day.
I don’t do washing nearly enough.
I once convinced myself my Dad could read my mind. I still sometimes get suspicious.
I can’t spell to save myself yet get so mad when people use text language.
When I used to have a thing for someone I would find them in the phone book so I could orchestrate a trip past their house.
I am a bitch.
Sometimes I fantasize about my own funeral. No one cries at my funeral, they all laugh.
Sometimes I think Rex understands me.
I don’t like other people’s feet touching mine.
I LOVE the taste of blood.
I’m scared of the dark, caterpillars and balloons.
Sometimes I get really paranoid people are watching me.
