- I have a The Real Housewives of… addiction. And not just an addiction to one. To all of them. I tell my husband it’s my attempt to shut down my writer’s brain using mindless TV, but that’s a lie. I want to watch the fights, judge their recent plastic surgeries, watch them ugly cry so I can laugh, see what they’re wearing… All of it. Some people are addicted to alcohol and cigarettes, I’m addicted to drama.
- I will stop everything I’m doing to make all the little red numbers go away on my iPhone. Maybe it’s a little OCD, but I can’t handle it. Makes me twitchy.
- I get out of my pajamas to take a shower, only to get back into pajamas again. Benefits of working from home? Maybe. Or maybe I just rock my flannel bottoms and cami tops like a Boss. I feel sorry for the Fedex guy who sees me at least once a week. Of course, I say all this and I’m currently in jeans, lol. What? I knew you were stopping by. Wanted you to feel special.
- Here’s how bad my coffee addiction is: A friend came back from a vacation in Georgia and gave me this fancy bottle of Peach Syrup. A normal person would immediately start watering at the mouth about the pancakes or French toast they’re going to lather in it later, right? Not me! I assume it’s coffee syrup and say so. Then wondered why he looked at me like I was the dumbest broad on the planet. In my defense, the bottle was shaped like a coffee syrup bottle and they actually do make peach coffee syrup, yo. I’M NOT CRAZY.
- And the #5 thing you should know about me is:
I don’t know what it is, but its like extroverts SEEK ME OUT. They sense an introvert from a mile away. I’m not lying. I will use my phone to avoid eye contact with those strangers who have introvert-seeking-missiles because they will inevitably have something crazy-pants to say to me. They’ll want to commiserate over weather or the insane number of people on the roads that day or lack of underwear in aisle 12. I don’t know. I mean, one woman scolded me over bringing my baby down the freezer aisle in the grocery store! If the thoughts are there, they’ll tell me, the complete stranger.Your turn! Tell me one thing about you. And…GO.