I like to pretend that my life is ridiculous because of the people around me: afterall...its pretty easy to blame family when you have a brother who gets in cupcake wars with you and a nearly 60 yr.old father who just bought himself a playstation 3 (yup...you read right). Not to mention the other strange birds I'm related to.
And besides that, i'm surrounded by students and nieces/nephews that are at a crazy age full of ridiculous behavior.
And my friends are pretty ridiculous.
And the men I've met can be ridiculous.
And i could blame so many groups and organizations for my comedic experiences.
Or, I could suck it up and admit that 90% of the blame for the crazy situations I find myself in belongs to me.
Frankly, I'm weird.
I know it. My family knows it. My friends know it.
And in case for some reason you doubt this, here is the evidence:
-I like Wendy's hamburgers the best...purely because they are square.
-I fantasize about traveling the world with Anthony Bourdain.
-I like cheese. i like meat. Nine times out of ten, putting them together will make me want to gag. I was 22 when I first dared to try a bacon-cheeseburger.
-I frequently laugh out loud when reading, much to the irritation of those around me.
-I think the ketchup that comes in little packets from fast-food restaurants taste better, so I collect them and take them home.
-I don't like apple pie...but I will order it just to eat the crust.
-I have an odd crush on Cesar Millan...and I'm not sure why. (Yes...he's the Dog Whisperer).
-My favorite snack is dry bran flakes. Seriously.
Oh...this is SO just the tip of the iceberg...
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I like square Wendy's burgers b/c the patty corner hang off the bun and I can eat them separately. Probably just as weird.
I also frequently laugh out loud while reading. Today I did so in Schuler Books.
Seems it's a requirement for being part of the family...
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