I cannot believe I have not made one of these yet.
I was born on January 3rd. You won't ever know what year (unless you make it your personal goal to stalk me, always ask me questions about my birthday, in which I am sure I would slip up sometime).
Anyways, as much as I would like to sound interesting, I am really not. It's true. In real life, I am somewhat of a wallflower; I tend to be shy when you first meet me, but as outgoing and crazy as can be once you know me. I contradict myself daily.
I do not like mustard or ketchup. I prefer mayonnaise, ranch, or BBQ sauce.
I have a strange liking for sour cream. I eat sour cream like some gals eat chocolate ice cream after a break-up. And yes, I am fully aware that this is very odd.
I am terrible at poetry. I never seem to be able to fit everything I want to into a decent-sized stanza or two, which is why novel and novella writing is much more suiting to me.
I enjoy raspberry lemonade, and detest regular lemonade. I will not drink orange juice with pulp.
I like reviewing, but I am terrible at doing WRFF requests.
My nails right now are painted in a pattern like a candy cane, in case you were interested in such.
I tried to be a vegetarian, and it lasted for about two hours, at which my friends all went out to eat ribs and I just couldn't resist.
fhskshkhkjkio.
I am done for now.
Ha! I lied.
Guess what? I don't like pie.
I enjoy going to the cinema, but dislike the popcorn they sell. A Walk to Remember and Pearl Harbor are two of my favorite movies, but I also did enjoy UP.
I love plaid.
I do not like the Beatles (shocker), but do enjoy their one good song, "Here Comes the Sun."
I dislike Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays all the same.
That is all.
EDIT: I am also afraid of parking garages. Odd, yes.
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