Top Chef. It's an addiction.
I read books. One at a time.
I don't text people back after 11pm.
I freak out about small things. Like having a pencil without an eraser.
When I'm happy I squint my eyes.
My car horn is probably over used.
I don't own mittens/gloves. And, I wish my car had a heated steering wheel.
Sometimes I talk when I write. Ok, not sometimes, all the time.
Big groups of people scare me...sometimes. But, other times I love it.
My family is loud. So, loud.
I caught garlic bread on fire.
I hide my phone every night, so when the alarm goes off in the morning, I have to search for it.
I used to hate writing.
I mock people with journals. But, I have one.
Coffee and I are like bffs.
I put a whole slew of randomness on my blog. That no one cares about.