So, I'm having an identity crisis. We'll just call it my Crisis du Jour. In an effort to waste time today, I hopped on over to Jennsylvania and began reading some of the blogs on her "links" list. One of them I recognized as the author of Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp, which I read a few months ago. I clicked through Stephanie's site and came across her 100 Things About Me List. Which, after I began reading, turned into the HUNDREDS of Things About Me list.
After about 110, I stopped. And I realized that I could never come up with HUNDREDS of things about me, let alone just 100. I mentally started my list and came up with 2. Shit.
I need to seriously re-evaluate myself.
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Oh, come on, you can come up with more than 2. Heck, I could come up with 5 for you right off the top of my head.
Three of them might even be true.
oh, I can think of hundreds of things about you... hmmm... like 1) doesn't like "nails on chalkboard"
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