1. At my house, I’m
definitely not identified as a “domestic goddess.” Let me put it this way, Mr. Liverpool
loves my cooking & cleaning so much DID NOT marry me for my household abilities and
And that goes for washing clothing, as well.
For example, I put his expensive sweater in the dryer and
when I took it out, it had surprisingly- shrunk and shriveled into a 4 toddler
size. I believe that was the first time
(as an adult) I wet my pants.
When I showed Mr. L the minimized sweater, the only words
that spilled from my mouth were, “I guess we can save it for our grand children
if we ever have any.”
I then proceeded to pee my pants from laughing, snorting,
and falling to the floor.
2. I have NEVER,
EVER ever used the Lord’s name in vain.
And I cringe when I hear others that do–however, I say fuck occasionally. Is this wishy washy of me?
3. Sometimes I miss
my sister so much, I feel as if I can’t take one more minute of this pain, this
hopelessness, this loneliness, this ridiculousness.
Sometimes I die. Sometimes
I live. Sometimes I wear a mask to fit
in with the rest of the universe.
4. I love earrings and other jewelry that
resemble blue ice. What would Freud say?
5. I’ve watched
these movies more than 5 times:
The American President,
The Mirror Has Two Faces, The
Family Stone, Out of Africa, Terms of
Endearment, Erin Brockovich, The Virgin
Queen, & Working Girl.
What do you think they all have in common?
6. I bake as
therapy. It appears to be better than
Prozac Wine , but makes your ass and chin much larger.
7. My newest
hero. Do you agree or disagree that Jennifer Livingston took advantage
of this platform to talk directly to her bully, intimidator, creep, asshole, or
whatever you’d like to term him?
–Dear Reader: What do you think of Jennifer Livingston? Do you think she is overreacting? Do you have a movie that you’ve watched more than 5 times? Have you watched the Virgin Queen yet? I LOoooooooooVE!