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Sometimes I will count my paces, I won't even realize I'm doing it, sometimes I count in multiples, 3,6,9...for example. Usually I'm up in the vicinity of 50 before I become aware of what I'm doing.
Before I die I would like to learn how to surf. I don't have to be good at it, I just want to try it.
I would also like to be published in Rolling Stone
I smoke when I drink.
Although I am not a religious person, there's something strangely comforting about living across the street from a church.
I think Brian Posehn is hot.
Last night I very nearly lost control of my senses and kissed someone that I really have no business kissing no matter how nice it might be. I wasn't drunk.
I am not afraid to fly although whenever I board a plane I tap the outside of the plane twice with my right hand as I enter. If I don't do it I feel uneasy. I started doing this shortly after 9/11.
On my i-Pod I have a duet with Brian Adams and Sporty Spice.
If I get up in time before work tomorrow I'm going to Trader Joes and stocking up on cheese.
I would rather eke out a living working at jobs I like than make more money at a job that makes me cry when I think about it.
When the weather finally improves I will start riding my bike to work, to the tune of 14 miles a day round trip.
As a little girl I was a doctor playing hussy. Primarily with my third grade boyfriend Andrew. A simple google search revealed that Andrew is now a professor of literature at a University in the UK, but to me he will always be the kid who wanted to play you show me yours and I'll show you mine.
I would like to do a photo series of buildings I have lived in. This would be tricky however since I don't anticipate returning to Jeddah, Beirut, or Riyadh any time in the near *ever*..not to mention the place we stayed in Beirut was bombed down after we left.
I want to go to Alaska
I also want to go to Scotland, Ireland and Wales...And Germany...And Marrakech...And Amsterdam
Everywhere really
I want to figure out a way to trick people into PAYING me to go to these places and take pictures...taking pictures MY way, mind you.
One day I'd like to live in a house with a porch swing.
When I live in said house I would like a dog...preferably a Bull Terrier, or a Greyhound..lest you think I'm forgetting who I am, believe me when I say there will still be cats. Lots of cats.
When I am old and decrepit (if I make it to old and decrepit) I would like to have interesting stories to tell...I should start working on that. Perhaps I should have kissed him.
Very nice. It's really good to speak your piece. Spring is right around the corner.
Posted by: Tim Bogue | March 09, 2008 at 12:19 PM
You should always follow your gut. who knows by not doing something you are altering what could have been a fantastic of fate. Word.
Posted by: Miss Sarah | March 09, 2008 at 01:50 PM
Plus then you could of ran around your bedroom singing "And then he kissed me" at the top of your lungs.
Posted by: Miss Sarah | March 09, 2008 at 01:51 PM