Best Compliment Ever

Yesterday Megan, my twin, told me she felt safe in the car with me driving!! Huzzah!! Feeling pretty proud of myself. 

Overanalyzing Song Lyrics

Anyone who knows me knows I love to pick apart songs and get heated over the lyrics. Today's song? Escape (The Piña Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes. My biggest problem in this song is when the couple meets at the bar to run away together. Well, they obviously realize that they've been talking to each other this whole time and they just laugh it off!! Seriously, your girl/guy was trolling online for someone better than you and that's just okay? The first line of the song was literally I'm sick of this bitch. Don't just say, "Hahaha, we've learned new things about each other and now our relationship is so much better!" I call bullshit. 

Bothered

I'm very bothered by artificially colored foods. Like, not enough not to eat them. But bothered all the same. My strawberry yogurt doesn't need to be bright pink to convince me it's actually strawberry.  

My Weird Stereotypes II

It's been so long! So...why don't white people use washcloths? I find this to be extremely gross. How do you feel clean if you don't wash with a washcloth? Does everyone in your household share a bar of soap? Do you just use your hands? Do you at least use a loofah or a pouf? Do you really feel like those can clean all your cracks and crevasses? Do you use washcloths and it's just a deep hidden secret? Inquiring, stereotyping minds need to know!!

To My People

Thanks to all my awesome friends and fam for the birthday wishes, the thoughtful gifts, and spending time. Just want y'all to know that you totally rock and I love and appreciate you. Alright, enough of this gooey shi...show of emotion. I'm out!! Here's to a rockin' 34th year, to new adventures, and to passing for 28 for as long as possible.  

Flashback

Have I ever told the story of why I don't have eyebrows? Okay, they've probably always been pretty sparse. But when I was a young lass, but old enough to know better, I was taking a bubble bath. And thought it'd be fun to pretend to shave bubbles off my face. Well, at some point in the process, I decided that it'd be more realistic if I took the safety cap off. What do you know, with the cap off you may actually shave hair off. And there went half of my left eyebrow. I thought that no one would notice, so I tried to go about my day. But I noticed my father looking at me funny. Now, I didn't want to get in trouble for playing with his razor. Kid logic time...I should totally shave off half of the other eyebrow. Cuz if they match, you won't notice they're half gone. Done!! Oddly, I don't recall much after that. I just remember doing it. And blaming my childhood antics for my continued lack of eyebrows. Good times. 

Make Some Moves

Bungee jumping may have scrambled my brain. Now my mind is constantly jumping, wondering what new thing to do or try next. I want to say yes to everything! That's pretty much my motto right now, actually. Say Yes To Everything. No fear, no limitations (I mean, I'm not trying to break the law or anything. I'm not crazy.) Weeeelllll, that's not exactly true. Still working on the people paranoia. Don't ask me what happened in my life that makes me believe everyone is a serial killer. Cuz the answer is nothing. I've lived a straight up vanilla life. Gonna have to make some moves and work on that. Maybe the answer will come to me while hang gliding. Or rock climbing. Or getting a new tattoo. Oooh, tap starts again soon! Wait, what?