• Every once in a while an ambulance will go roaring by and I’ll see someone on the sidewalk look incredibly annoyed and hold their fingers up to their ears, and I’ll find that very selfish considering what could be going on inside the ambulance at that moment.
• Some cars have aggressive looking headlights to me, and when I see them in my rear view mirror at night, they intimidate me.
• I can’t take a compliment. I “discount the positive” and come up with a list of reasons that negate it. I need to learn to smile and say thank you, and more importantly believe the words.
• I want to go to the Christian Science Reading room and casually read an issue of Juggs magazine.
• I tear up pretty much every time I watch “13 Going on 30.”
• A dream of mine is to have one of my dollar bills be the first bill spent at a new restaurant or café so it’ll be the one framed on their wall forever. I subscribe to local restaurant blogs and secretly stalk new places in an attempt to achieve this dream, which to date remains unfulfilled.
• Sometimes I sing the lyrics as “My Brown Eye, Girl.”
• I get mad when I see people riding those really low recumbent bicycles around the city. I feel like they’re really unsafe because cars can’t see you, and I feel like the only reason someone would get one these bikes is to get attention.
• This weekend I took a friend allergic to gluten to a placed called Flour. Idiot! This is trumped only by the time I took a friend suffering from cancer to the movie “Dying Young.” (I thought it was an action flick.)
• I’m still amazed that Ashton Kutcher never punked Bruce Willis. P*ssy.
• I don’t allow myself to get mad in relationships. It’s because I fear it will be an irreversible expression that will mean the end of the relationship. It’s not healthy and I’m working on it. But at times it’s what leads me to have exaggerated anger over other things. It’s because it feels empowering. I can direct anger at an inanimate object, situation, company, whatever, and it still feels safe because I’m not really risking anything personal in the process. It can be kind of funny and it makes you laugh.
• And I equate your laughter with like, so I do it more.