My -isms

I think I'm going to start keeping a running list of all the annoying, dorky, weird junk I do. Any prospective husbands better read this beforehand

I am first and foremost the biggest ditz you've ever seen, trust me. I am the queen of name-forgetting, the master of falling asleep with the lights on, and I lose my sunglasses ontop of my own head more often than politicians lie. I Love kids, but I hope to God I never have any, because I'll set one down for 5 seconds, and I won't find it again for 2 days. Keys, books, glasses, wallet, who's to say it couldn't happen to some poor child?

My brother just recently told me that no sane husband will let me name our children. Nirvana might be's a little out there, I get that, but Isis is a beautiful name, and Jude I adore. Boy names I'm a little more conservative on, but long long from now, in a galaxy far away, if I adopt kids or somehow have my own, they will not be "Child A and Child B" or "Dinner and dessert", or "dumb and dumber".

I'm one of those "couch-to-bed" procrastinators. I read on the couch until my eyes start getting heavy. My eyes start getting heavy and I close them. I know I should get up and go to bed, but I'll wait just 5 minutes. 5 minutes later I will myself to get up, and before I know it it's 4 AM, and I have to get ready for work, and I've spent the night bumming it on the couch.

I actually have never divulged this a whole lot before, but I cry so easily sometimes. As soon as one of those animal abuse commercials come on by The Humane Society, I get a running start for the remote and change the channel like my life depends on it, because I'm just one of those whimps who has yet to be unphased by sad animals.

Laughing is like LSD for me, minus the hallucinations. Thankfully it works, because (so I'm told) my laugh is cute and contagious, but I mean it's the best medicine alongside Love. You're never too old, or too anything to do those things, and you can hardly go wrong when you do. Make me laugh, me Love you long time.

Well, today I woke up from a little snooze to hear the cat meowing outside my window. I was exhausted, and I was even more brainless than usual, so I got up and went to the front door and looked out the screen, and I saw he was playing with something, and I kind of freaked out because I wasn't sure if it was anything poisonous, so I opened the front door, but as soon as I stepped outside the darn cat took off running a few feet, down to the sidewalk, and long story short I ended up chasing him for about 30 seconds before he dropped this gross lizard that ran right between my feet and away. By that time I was just some lunatic in her boxers and tanktop, dancing around and saying "Ew ew ew", and swearing at the cat in every foreign language my sleepy little mind could summon at the time.