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Sometimes when I get home from work, I’ll reach into the cheese drawer and eat a handful of shredded cheese while looking out the back window, while standing flamingo style.
I worked at a restaurant for a brief time in college. Naive Nora 19 year old had no idea that drugs were being sold from the back of the restaurant until I walked in on a “transcation.” It suddenly made sense why everyone I worked with dropped out college, seemed endlessly hungry and a listless look on their face 80% of the time.
I have no idea how to change a flat tire.
I’ve been housesitting in a super giant house this week for two cats and a tiny dog and there are moments where I want nothing more than to be able to afford a huge house, fancy car, and awesome designer clothes and at the same time a part of me wants to run away from the manicured lawns, private school flags hanging on everyone’s flag poles and be all indie-hippie and shabby chic. I have a feeling I’ll be the later.
I’ve never been to a Mardi Gras or St. Patrick’s Day parade despite the big hoopla StL puts on for each of them.
For the past year or so I’ve been mentally planning certain aspects of my wedding which I know is kind of crazy since there is no one on the horizon. All I can say is that the first dance will be pretty freakin’ spectacular if all goes to plan.
I believe I’ve seen the penguins at our zoo about 12 times.
I went to Barnes & Noble last week and didn’t buy a new book. This is *huge* for me.
Back in “the day” (meaning sophmore/junior year in college) I loved Jessica Simpson’s music and so when I saw a preview for her show “The Price Of Beauty,” I both freaked out because we all know she comes across rather… thick and applauded her for introducing non-traditional beauty concepts and ideas (by U.S. standards) to the young and impressionable.
I often wish that I had dated my best guy friend in college. We were always admittedly attracted to one another and yet it never happened. Last time we spoke, more than two years ago, he said he was getting married but sometimes thought about what could have been between us. I’ll never forget that.