one. i have obsessive compulsive disorder.
two. cleaning my room is a pain in the ass because i can’t just clean it. i have to organize it, which means i could spend a week doing something that would take someone else a few hours.
three. but once in a blue moon, i can say screw it and get it done. after christmas, for example, i put on layaway a four-hundred dollar bookcase i found at a local, pretty upscale furniture store. it took me longer to pay for the thing because i have been unemployed for two months and…
four. i spend money faster than i make it.
five. …i finally get the thing paid off, and it’s delivered friday morning, and all my cds and dvds which have been stored in those cardboard dumps i snagged from the evil empire (my previous place of employment) went, somewhat artfully though not alphabetically, onto the shelves of that bookcase. i’m sitting in bed now, and i can see the thing to my left, out of the corner of my eye…i am not straight! it says. i am not right! i am ignoring this for the time being, because fixing it means i’d have to go through all my cds and download them to itunes and hock the ones to which i no longer listen, and then alphabetize them and then put them all back on the shelf. oh the headache!
six. i get headaches all the time.
seven. i thought if i quit smoking, the headaches would stop.
eight. i hope beastly the movie is better than beastly the book. (it wasn’t, by the way.)
nine. most of the time i feel more like a beast than a beauty.
ten. i don’t understand why an author would think changing the time period of a story would be enough of a change to merit yet another version of it.
eleven. i cannot stand taylor swift.
twelve. and yet, i’ve got love story in my head.
thirteen. i expect chick flicks to be good, and am almost always disappointed because they’re aren’t.
fourteen. chris egan reminds me a little of heath ledger. egan’s much prettier than ledger, and i doubt he could play dark and twisty as well, but…the similarities in their facial structures are pretty remarkable.
fifteen. amanda seyfried annoys me.
sixteen. i rented leap year the other day for a five-day period, because i thought perhaps that would keep me from incurring late fees. i’ve not watched it since the night i rented it. i believe it was due back yesterday.
seventeen. i’m scared of everything.
eighteen. which means i try to control everything.
nineteen. strawberry cake with chocolate icing is the best (which could be why i like groom’s cake ice cream so much).
twenty. i hate shopping for clothes.
twenty-one. almost as much as i hate shopping for shoes.
twenty-two. at first, i thought the lead singer for silversun pickups was a girl. i know. silly me.
twenty-three. if there is a thing i shouldn’t say in a situation, chances are really quite good that i will say it.
twenty-four. having said the thing will most likely cause irreparable damage.
twenty-five. i can’t figure out if i do that on purpose. probably. because of that scared-of-everything thing. but it could also be because of that silly-me thing, too. so, i don’t know.