Because you people don’t know nearly enough about me.

I am frustrated that I’m having to rely on a meme for blog content. (Not that there’s anything wrong with a good meme, but…)

I think I’ve been eating too much candy as of late. Sadly, this, too, does not provide blog content.

I have a serious problem watching too much television lately. First True Blood, then Weeds, now Dead Like Me… and next? Six Feet Under.

I wish I was more extroverted.

I hate the telephone. Except for text messages.

I miss Edward.

I fear that I’ll finally decide to hold a blog contest and no one will participate.

I hear people talking all around me as they answer phones and the same questions we hear all. Day. Long.

I smell what the Rock is cooking.

I crave potatoes. It’s a problem. I mean, it’s better than candy, but still… every night, more potatoes. I dice ‘em up and sauté ‘em in a little oil and garlic salt until they’re crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Effing yumm.

I search for blog contest ideas, but can’t come up with anything that anyone hasn’t already done before.

I wonder if my pants will ever feel loose again.

I regret eating so much candy.

I love candy.

I ache after eating too many hot tamales.

I am not very creative or I’d come up with a better answer.

I believe in moderation. I swear. Just… not lately.

I dance if a gun is held to my head.

I sing very loudly, and very poorly, along with the radio while I’m alone in my car.

I cry when I’m angry. And during sad commercials. And sometimes when I don’t get my way. And, recently, during My Sister’s Keeper ‘cause, holy crap, that was a sad movie.

I fight the temptation to read Twilight again.

I win what? Was there a contest?

I lose my mind when I have to explain something more than twice.

I never lose my temper. (Hahahahaha. Haha. Ha.)

I always triple check the locks before I go to bed.

I confuse easily.

I listen to the TV. Constantly. It’s on in the background while I’m cooking, cleaning, on the internet. At all times except while I’m reading. Sometimes I’ll turn it off and think how nice and then wonder why I leave it on all the time.

I can usually be found at home. It’s where I’m happiest. At home reading, watching TV, baking, whatever. If it was an option, I’d never leave home.

I am scared of all insects. And mass murderers. And roller-coasters that take you upside down. And that I might still not know what I want out of life when I turn thirty.

I need solitude. And a lot of it. And yet, being around people keeps my energy up. I don’t get it.

I am happy about the upcoming fall season. Both the actual season and the television season.

I imagine what I’d do if I won the lottery. I never actually play.

I tag everyone. That’s right.

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