I've been told a daily confession of 5 to 10 Dark Pages of my life will make me, in the long run, a more balanced soul. And since that may make my meager life squeak on for a few more years (less stress on the heart and all), I'll give it a shot.
1. I love bagpipes. But not within two meters
2. I also smile when I smell toluene.
3. I hit my sister once. And cried afterwards.
4. Ideally, I sleep with a metric ton of covers on me. It's for the pressure, not the warmth. The pressure above me relaxes me, believe it or not. And yes, it's driven Z and any other guy I've dated absolutely insane.
5. I rarely cry; but, I tremble my bottom lip on command.
6. I love pepperoni.
7. I had a dream the other day in which Z and I moved to Ireland. Now, I can't get the idea out of my head.
8. I like looking at family trees of languages. And maps.
9. The other day, in the art museum, I accidentally shouted, "He's a retarded king!" in reference to a certain Bourbon monarch of Spain.
10. I like smelling clean clothes.