21. I am a very nervous flyer. I thought Id get better when I started flying all the time for work, but if anything, I think Ive gotten worse. I hate to let it showespecially in front of work colleagues. It all used to be fine and good when the company jet would stock beer and wine on the plane, but some dumbass at corporate screwed it up for the rest of us alcoholics. Now I just sit there fairly quietly and try not to let people know that Im praying for my life 90% of the time.
22. I have a crush on my boss. Theres just something about him. It doesnt hurt that hes hot and sexy (and flirty!), but hes also so incredibly caring and understanding in a way thats I dont know almost dirty.
23. Sometimes I cry, not necessarily because Im sad, but because it feels so good afterwards.
24. I am easily suckered into really bad reality shows like My Fair Brady and The Biggest Loser. I wish I could be just as easily suckered into going to the gym.
25. Emotional Packrat Fact #3: I dated the requisite musician in my twenties. He wrote a song about me called Crimson. He and his band recorded it to a demo CD. The song sort of dissed me in a way because it was about how stubborn and hot-headed I am (right!), but in the end it all resolved into the idea that we were going to be together forever. Hm. Does keeping the CD forever count?
26. My favorite comfort meal is a breakfast consisting of pancakes with syrup that oozes onto the sausage, scrambled eggs, and super crispy hash browns. Add coffee and orange juice (depending on the state of my stomach and what went on the night before), and I am in so much heaven its not even funny. But I only feel really good about a breakfast like that if I eat about a third of it and let someone else eat the rest.
27. Later that night, as my suitemate and I were walking back to the dorms, I decided that we needed to rest. So we plopped our dirty asses right down on the even dirtier sidewalk that outlined the strip of filthy college bars. It was right around the spot where just a couple weeks earlier Id thrown up in between two newspaper vending boxes as a new bar-acquaintance held me up by the arm. There we sat, half-laughing and half-slurring songs wed just heard from our favorite banduntil a car full of strangers pulled up. A car full of hunky, friendly, helpful strangers. When they asked if we needed a ride somewhere, there was no hesitation at all. We just needed help peeling ourselves up off the concrete. And we didnt want to go home.
28. I was always given the solos in elementary school choir. Remember how shy I told you I was? I have no idea how I got through that shit back then.
29. There was a time when I sewed about 50% of my own wardrobe.
30. I have a very distinctive laugh. Its EXACTLY like my mothers. That disturbs me.
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