Not only is EVERYTHING in my house covered in pet hair, but inevitably every time there is something I care about around, the beasts manage to ruin it.
Lately, especially with Roomie, I am feeling like the least moral of my friends. When did this happen??? I must have lost them overnight at some point and just not realized it.
I think I have a Facebook problem. For reals. Call me a stalker, but I love to study people. I like to try to figure them out, see what makes them tick. I love to people watch. However, this creates super awkward conversations when I realize I know WAAAY more than I should about some people. I like to think I am not alone, but maybe I am just kidding myself.
Caffeine is one of my "great loves" (thanks, Charlotte!). Coffee, Red Bull, whatever. I love it. I never get any kind of buzz from it like some people, but I sure as hell get headaches when I don't drink any! I could drink a pot of coffee and then take a nap. My grandmother drinks coffee ALL day long. So I like to think this is an inherited trait.
No explanation necessary, except to give you an insert from my convo with Roomie last night...Roomie: I don't actually like alcohol, I just like being drunk.
Me: Oh, I like alcohol. Hmmm wine. Or gin. Or bourbon. Ohh and Blue Moon.
Roomie: I like to take shots so much more than struggling through a glass of wine.
Me: Struggling through a glass of wine? I struggle to remind myself that the gin and tonic in my hand is not, in fact, water.
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