I won't eat the ends of a banana. They look gross and they taste gross.
Bananas make me think of smoothies, which help me remember that I do not drink anything without a straw. Go on, make fun-my whole family does.
I have a ton of food aversions, including- beef in every form except for a cheeseburger (I know!), cooked carrots, and cottage cheese. Gag.
I tan. In a tanning bed. Go ahead and judge. I'll continue to feel guilty every time a doctor comments, "Oh you look so tanned and healthy! You must enjoy spending time outside." Um, no. In fact, it's the complete opposite. I hate sunshine and sweating. Boom.
Every time I think about being 26 I nearly cry. Honestly. I thought turing 25 last year was bad but this is getting ridiculous. Too many reasons to list why I feel like such a failure at 26. And before YOU start, no, it's not really anything I can do anything about. Unless you can make money grown on trees, debt disappear, and C fertile.
C wants a baby more than I do right now.
I hate watching movies. Unless it's in a movie theater. And? I'll never watch the same one twice.
Just this last week, I successfully learned how to plunge a toilet.
I own one pair of shorts that don't fall off of me while running. This is not a complaint, just a fact. Another fact? I'm too tight to spend money on shorts that will fit. You know, since I'm not planning on staying this size forever.
I haven't had a soda since December 31st. I win.
Happy 26th (meh) Birthday to me.
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