Sheer and Wild Abandon

Time for 10 more facts about me!

I'm sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I got a new job that lasts all day, so I haven't had as much time to write as I'd like. I'm going to try.

11. I am very paranoid, all the time. I cannot take a shower knowing I'm alone in the house without remembering Psycho. Any pranks taking advantage of this fact will not be appreciated.

12. I can't stand having water sit on me. I will not sit around in wet clothes. So I bring extra anytime I go swimming.

13. I am addicted to Dr. Pepper. Well, really, to soda in general. I crave it all the time, which isn't super helpful for limiting my calories.

14. I use a LOT of napkins. Every time I take a bite of something, I wipe off my face. But I can't use the same bit of napkin again, so about every three bites, I get a new napkin. Adds up pretty quickly.

15. I have a magic power. I can open any jar. Okay, there was one time I couldn't open my sister's water bottle, but it turned out to be hot chocolate she'd left in there for a week, so I don't feel too badly about it.

16. I absolutely love hanging out with my friends, but

17. I love canceling plans and staying home and doing nothing. I'm worn out by interacting with people, so staying home feels wonderful.

18. I love to sing. I would do it all the time if there wasn't such a great chance that someone else would hear me.

19. My favorite joke is teasing people, which is usually pretty well received, but my sister told me recently that something I joked with her about once actually hurt her feelings. She didn't tell me then, so I kept making the joke.

20. I am very against people making fun of people, but I do sometimes as a joke. But just because I mean it to be light-hearted and funny, doesn't mean the person I'm talking to does. So I'm starting to think I shouldn't make those jokes anymore.

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