“I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.”
I’ve been outside of the country
two three four times. Once I went to Quebec for lunch. Once my dad took me to Vancouver and I drooled over the spot where they had filmed an episode of The X-Files. I had a BIG thing for Mulder. I went to Mexico. I went to London and learned a lot.
I used to row on my college crew team. I have since tried getting up at five a.m. to work out, but it turns out that is much harder to do when you don’t have seven other rowers and a tiny, temperamental coxswain counting on you to do so.
I want to be healthy. I also want the freedom to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. My therapist says that this is known as having conflicting goals. Apparently I have to pick just one. I haven’t decided whether she’s right.
I love to cook, but I hate writing recipes – it takes the fun out of it.
I hate admitting defeat.
I want to be a writer. Well, I guess I am a writer. I want to be a successful, paid writer. There, Universe, is that specific enough for you?
I don’t like walking around in bare feet. I have socks on almost constantly, even in the summer. As a result, my feet are super-sensitive, which makes it really interesting when I am forced to walk around sock-less.
I will find the humor in any situation. I am sure this bothers some people. But I just laugh it off.
On a similar note, my boss calls me Big Pun, because wordplay is my mind’s constant companion. That, and I like listening to 1990’s hip-hop while I’m at the office.