I got tagged in a meme. There were a lot of questions and if I answered every single one, we'd be here forever and I'd never make it to Disneyland. And this need, this uncontrollable drive, to get on that Godforsaken rollercoaster is undeniable.
Do you like bleu cheese?
Yes. Like, a lot. Like, once I was making a salad and wound up eating all the bleu cheese by itself while standing in the kitchen. Now, that was a tummy ache.
Have you ever smoked?
Only the second-hand variety.
Favorite type of food?
I’ll give you one guess.
This. Reading. Baking. Photography. As if you didn’t already know.
Do you wear glasses/contacts?
Contacts. Can’t see a damn thing.
Name three thoughts at this exact moment:
One, I wonder if my new bed will be delivered this week.
Two, I can’t wait to sleep in my own room.
Three, I hope I don’t fall out of the rollercoaster. (Yes, I’m going back. Today. This afternoon. And I’m pretending I’m not nervous.)
Name three drinks you regularly drink:
Water. Grande nonfat toffee nut lattes. Water.
That the rollercoaster will stall while at the top of the loop, with all of us hanging upside down, praying for our lives.
Someplace you’d like to go?
Somewhere quiet. In the mountains. Where I can see the stars. Where the night is so dark it’d freak me out and prevent me from sleeping.
Would you be a pirate?
Hell yes, so long as Johnny Depp is my captain.
What songs do you sing in the shower?
I only sing in the car. And I am amazing.
Last thing that made you laugh?
The text messages I exchange with my friend Jason earlier. They were rude and crude and we debated whether crying after sex was a turn on and how long you should wait before putting out and I was going to share the whole thing, but after I read it again, I thought, no, my blog's not ready for this just yet.
I'd tag others, but it would take too long to list every single blogger I know and love so, do me a favor. Pick one of the above and answer it. Tell me something about you I don't know.