I came across this post on This Fish’s blog. If you haven’t yet read her blog you really must, she’s a fantastic writer. So I thought, just in case there’s anything you might not know about me, it might be fun to do it too.
You probably didn’t know…
When I have nightmares or get spooked by something before bed I sleep with the lights on and the closet doors open. I get really cranky when my eyebrows aren’t right. I didn’t read anything that wasn’t a textbook in university because I am unable to put down a book I am enjoying until its finished.
I despise parquet flooring with a passion.
I change into pajamas as soon as I get home. When I am anywhere other than home, I feel sloppy if I am in flats or glasses or a ponytail. When I try on pants I always stand on my tip toes to see how they’d look if I were my ideal height even though I am fully aware that I will never grow.
Sometimes I get irrationally angry at my ex for not having been The One.
I look forward to Monday mornings because I like coming into work. When I work out of our downtown office I walk past my brother’s company every day and tell myself to email him and let him know I work two minutes away. I wish my brother and I were friends. I envy people who have close relationships with their siblings.
I have been a bridesmaid thirteen times. People seem to feel this makes me something of a wedding expert and ask me for input when planning their own weddings. I have never planned out my own wedding or thought about what it would be like, not even as a little girl.
I think I sometimes sabotage my relationships.
My go-to outfits when I hate everything in my closet but desperately need to look put together are very Jackie O inspired even though I’m nowhere near as tiny or elegant as she was. White dress shirts, black skirts, black dresses, red nail polish, pearls and chunky rings.
Why do people automatically assume you’re as interested in hearing about their children/grandchildren/pets as they are in talking about them? As the majority of my coworkers are significantly older than I am, they all have children/grandchildren/pets who are the most intelligent, extraordinary, well behaved, adorable creatures on the planet. According to them.
For my birthday my dad gave me potted pink orchids, super pretty right? I love them, they are totally me. I’m terrified of killing them so please cross your fingers.