Sunday Scribblings: I have a secret...
...I like to stay up until 3:00 and get up at 11:00.
...I think the band Journey absolutely rocks.
...occasionally, I nap with my contacts in.
...I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Dawson's Creek. I especially love the scene in the finale of Buffy when she says to Angel, "Are you going to go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?"
...I pick my nose.
...I've tried Spam and pork rinds and found them both to be quite edible.
...I once left a candle burning unattended in my apartment while I went to the grocery store. (And have been uber-vigilant with open flames ever since.)
...I voted for Bush the first time around, but not the second ~ when I finally started paying attention to politics.
...I'm afraid of the dark and things under my bed.
...I still wonder about an old boyfriend (and a few almost-boyfriends) and how my life would be different if we'd ended up together.
...I get sick at the smell of polenta.
...I don't understand why "Citizen Kane" has maintained its number one slot on AFI's list of the 100 greatest American movies of all time.
...not all of the light bulbs in my house are the good-for-the-environment-twisty-kind. And I still haven't managed to buy reusable bags for grocery shopping. (But I do recycle the plastic ones I collect.)
...sometimes I think having children could be fun.
...I think my husband gave me athlete's foot.
...even in the midst of heartache and grief, the writer in my head never stops.
...I stole a vintage cafeteria tray from my college alma mater.
...in high school I watched a friend engage in adultery and didn't step-in to bring her to her senses.
...I've wasted time in toxic relationships because I didn't want to face the alternatives.
...I'm a pregnancy hypochondriac. (It started when I was a kid and learned about the Immaculate Conception. What if I'm next? I wondered. Now, I'm just paranoid.)
...I've peed on four EPT sticks in the past month after my new birth control pills made my hormones go kerflooey.
...the first time I ever tried to pick up a cat I accidentally jammed my finger into its butt. I was like: "Whoa! What the-?" And the cat was like: "Whoa! What the-?"
...the sticks were negative.
...all of these are absolutely true.
I told you mine. Now tell me yours...
(Or read others' here.)