So most people know I have a terrible body image. I think most other people do to, so I don’t worry about that much. If most other people have the same problem, that means it is normal, right?

I royally suck at eating.

As of this writing I haven’t eaten in about 20 hours and I’ve run three miles in that same amount of time.

There was lots of food at home, but it was too much work to make something healthy and since I didn’t want to eat something unhealthy, I didn’t eat anything at all. Go me. :-(

I consider juice and smoothies to be entire meals.

Don’t get me wrong - I can put away pint of ice cream if I’m not thinking about it. (Which is why I try not to eat when I’m online or on the rare occasion I watch the telly.)

I pick up assloads of books and then have a hard time finishing them.

I’m currently reading You Can Read Anyone (Lieberman), The Definitive Guide to Body Language (Pease), Parenting with Love and Logic (Cline) and The End of America: Letters to a Young Patriot (Wolf). And I’m almost always reading Shakespeare. (His work makes me so happy I think my heart could literally just stop beating.)

I have a terrible time finding music I like.

Yesterday I made mad progress in looking up two artists to see if maybe I would like their songs. (Lizz Wright and Lionel Loueke - I heart African-inspired music!!) It turns out I like them both. Now to purchase their albums. Only God knows when I will get around to that. I don’t trust iTunes since they started taking money out of my account while my songs never showed up. Boo.

I think I will pass out when Walter & Wagner Caldas release an album. They make the planet a better place. Their version of Canon is the happiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I don’t do laundry that often.

My mother never allowed us to do out own laundry. She still doesn’t. She’s convinces someone will break her beloved cheapass washer or dryer and she’ll have to shell out a whole $150 for a new (used) one! I’ve got to be honest. My mother washes clothes like there is no tomorrow - all my blacks age about 4 years when they go through mom’s rinse cycle. Which pisses me off.

Oh yeah, this one time she put BLEACH into the spray bottle of STAIN REMOVER! I ruined my favorite shirt! And yes, I’m still bitter about it!

Honestly, I never had to clean anything either. Well, not since I was about 13. And I still live under the grand delusion that my empty ice cream pint will get rinsed out and recycled if I only leave it on the counter. But hey, I enjoy cleaning the bathroom!! My last date with the toilet and a scrub brush lasted a full two hours. And the bathroom is less than 25 square feet.

If I wind up living the lame ass American dream, I want a house with more bathrooms than bedrooms. I’m thinking like 8 bathrooms will probably be enough.

I get upset when I don’t know exactly what is going down and when. There are two reasons for this.

Part of it is because EVERYONE expects me to know what is going down and when.

And part of it is that when my mom ran errands, she had a list of everywhere she needed to go in the order we were going to be stopping at each place. She drove the exact same route to each destination. every. single. time. It worked out well for someone so anally organized that she won’t let her children load the dishwasher.

I bail on events.

It’s an Oregon thing. No one else gets it. And it is terrible. I am working on just saying that I’m not going to be there and if I feel like showing up than I’ll surprise everyone.

When I was in high school and my mom did things to piss me off, I would run to my room and close the door and cry. And I would swear that I wouldn’t talk to my mother for weeks after that moment. Without fail LESS THAN TWO HOURS LATER I would FORGET I was mad her. I still do this. With almost everyone.

It’s no wonder my parents still think I’m bi-polar.

Last one for today anyway. I plan (and stress over) my outfits for the events I’m attending months in advance. I already know what I’m wearing to my birthday party. (June 15th)