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okay so this information actually is probably not important but here is
some stuff that you don't know about me. no one "tagged" me for this
"meme" but i think i need to update my blog and telling deepdark secrets
sounds like the best way to do that.

1. when i was a kid i had imaginary friends. yes, friends. as in more than
one of them. most of them came and went without much fanfare but there are
two i can remember always being around. one was a dog named sweatband. he
stood on his back two feet and was brown and tan and he wore, well,
sweatbands. i think he might have just been a ripoff of poochie. i don't
remember him ever talking.

the other was an old lady named banana. she was mean. i was scared of her.
now why would a kid keep around an imaginary friend that was mean? who
knows?

2. when i walk long distances (like more than ten minutes), i get
incredibly bored. i need to get an mp3 player or something. because
counting the number of steps i'm taking is not really working for me any
more. if there is another person there, it's less bad. this is why i hate
walking. i'd rather ride a bike or take the bus or something.

3. i am not at all an internally motivated person. some people can get up
off their butts and do the dishes because, well, the dishes are dirty and
someone has to wash them. i need to feel like my roommates are starting to
hate me and the only way i can repair our home life and save our
band/relationship/friendship from breaking up is to please just do the
dishes already! right now, it's my turn and every single dish we have is
dirty. and what am i doing? hoping melissa doesn't go in the kitchen after
she comes out of the shower. mike won't be home for five hours, so i'll
probably start the dishes in about 4 hours and 45 minutes.

4. here's a common scene in our home:
mike and i sitting on couch
me: i'm thirsty
mike: i just bought some soda it's in the fridge
me: (look at mike, blink)
mike: (gets up to get me a soda)
the secret? i couldn't have a boyfriend who didn't automatically do that.
some of you might call it whipped, i call it worshipping the goddess that
i am.

5. once when i was a kid, i went to my friend crystal's house. we decided
to make kool-aid. she had one of those "healthy" moms (yuck) so they had
that sugar free stuff. i was really confused and i was like um my mom puts
sugar in it. so we started to put some sugar in it and we dropped the
sugar canister (we had small hands, we were kids people) all over the
kitchen floor.

her mom was going to be back from work soon and we didn't
know how to clean it up so we just started freaking out, as kids who
sense imminent trouble often do. crystal started licking the sugar up off
the floor. i really couldn't bring myself to lick the floor, even it was
covered in delicious sugar.

just then her mom came home, we got in big trouble. this woman freaked out
like we had murdered someone or something. looking back, i think she was a
little high strung. anyway she sent me home and i was really worried. i
recall telling my mom about it (because i was afraid she was going to call
and i would get in trouble) and my mom laughing. i might have made that
up. i did have an active imagination after all.