It’s Good For the Soul…
A confession… or two…
Sometimes I dress “cooler” than I really am when going to the salon in hopes that they will give me a “cooler” haircut.
Whilst driving, sometimes I think I’m Adele. (This involves much more than just singing at the top my lungs. I mean, I REALLY think I’m her.)
Sometimes I drink whiskey on a Tuesday evening… by myself.
Sometimes I think a whole lot about running away and joining (or forming) an artists’ commune.
I love vampires. Not in a creepy mouth-breather kind of way, but still in a weird whole-hearted genuine way.
I have a minor obsession with bad dance movies.
I have a fear of chairs. To be more specific, I have a pretty serious phobia of sitting on a chair at a restaurant and having it break, me flailing to the floor and an entire room of strangers laughing at me.
I used to have a crush on Jack Black.
I own and regularly watch the following movies: Girl Interrupted and The Craft.
I am afraid of spiders.
I wear mascara EVERY day. That part is less embarrassing than the reason why… Some days I fear I look like a guy; a chubby, unattractive, semi-feminine dude.
I’m in love with Tilda Swinton.
I’m a TERRIBLE speller.
Between the ages of 12 and 18 I filled at least a dozen journals with really, REALLY bad poetry. All of it rhymed.
A lot of people think I’m pretty confidant and competent, but most of the time I’m faking it and making it up as I go along.