I am.
I am ...
The person who cannot watch the Halloween bonfire and Tootie Kills Mr. Braukoff part of "Meet Me in St. Louis". Seriously, it scares the life outta me. I cannot watch it.
Someone who really never has much going on during the holidays. Really. I read how busy everyone is and am envious. I suppose I should have had a baby. Maybe should have gotten married?
A big fat lush... I look better through cab sauv glasses anyway... but yeah, I drink too much. Always have, always will.
The one who uses ellipses to the most annoying level.
Someone who is very good at being by herself.
Also desperately lonely.
The one who eats an entire chocolate cream pie in under thirty minues.
The worst of all binge eaters.
Someone who really, truly ADORES eating.
Getting so old that it is scaring me how old I am.
This person who has a bizarre fixation on these YA Contemporary Novels or whatever genre they're called this week. Seriously. I am obsessed.
Not that upset about being obsessed. I love men in books. Much better than real life men.
Getting very depressed and tearful watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas".
The Charlie Browniest.
Someone who always thought she was a Snoopy.
The person who will watch a three hour movie just to see her favorite part (it's the part where the boy kisses the girl) repeatedly for all of her life.
Your most enormous hopeless romantic.
Someone whose cynicism defines her.
The woman who remembers everything and nothing and lies about it all.
The old lady dancing to Vince Guaraldi's Christmas music.
Someone who knows she's going to die alone, but as long as she goes out reading a damn good book will probably be okay with it
(use the above as my epitaph - I AM TOTALLY SERIOUS - maybe)
Hopeful that those that love her will forgive her in the end.
The person who cannot watch the Halloween bonfire and Tootie Kills Mr. Braukoff part of "Meet Me in St. Louis". Seriously, it scares the life outta me. I cannot watch it.
Someone who really never has much going on during the holidays. Really. I read how busy everyone is and am envious. I suppose I should have had a baby. Maybe should have gotten married?
A big fat lush... I look better through cab sauv glasses anyway... but yeah, I drink too much. Always have, always will.
The one who uses ellipses to the most annoying level.
Someone who is very good at being by herself.
Also desperately lonely.
The one who eats an entire chocolate cream pie in under thirty minues.
The worst of all binge eaters.
Someone who really, truly ADORES eating.
Getting so old that it is scaring me how old I am.
This person who has a bizarre fixation on these YA Contemporary Novels or whatever genre they're called this week. Seriously. I am obsessed.
Not that upset about being obsessed. I love men in books. Much better than real life men.
Getting very depressed and tearful watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas".
The Charlie Browniest.
Someone who always thought she was a Snoopy.
The person who will watch a three hour movie just to see her favorite part (it's the part where the boy kisses the girl) repeatedly for all of her life.
Your most enormous hopeless romantic.
Someone whose cynicism defines her.
The woman who remembers everything and nothing and lies about it all.
The old lady dancing to Vince Guaraldi's Christmas music.
Someone who knows she's going to die alone, but as long as she goes out reading a damn good book will probably be okay with it
(use the above as my epitaph - I AM TOTALLY SERIOUS - maybe)
Hopeful that those that love her will forgive her in the end.
