Nic Narrates

I’m not one for lists and all, but last week was off the charts with boy activity and while I debate just how much more to share, here’s some miscellany about me….

I hate Easter grass. Hate it. Hate, hate, hate it. It makes me all kinds of irrational to see its static-filled wantonness sticking to things, or worse to me.

I pride myself on my ability to buy the perfect present, which was also one of the best compliments I’ve ever received (from my Mom).

I hate it when people say “apps” instead of “appetizers.” Also, “appeteasers.” Offenders should be bitch-slapped. Or forced to eat at Chili’s or Applebee’s every night for a year.

Listening to “Ocean Avenue” by Yellowcard makes me feel like I’m having a panic attack.

Sometimes I catch myself laughing really loud at a TV show in my apartment alone, stop, then laugh even harder for getting self-conscious for nothing.

The best part of my gym is the foam soap that smells like apples. It’s my favorite.

I still think that people are inherently good. Yes, I’m serious.

I can’t stand to spend more than 20 minutes in a grocery store, including checking out. And I will buy generic or store brand everything to save money, only to blow those savings on pricey ice cream and fancy wine cause I clearly have my priorities straight.

I get embarrassed for people on American Idol and have to change the channel because it can be that uncomfortable.

My absolute greatest fear in the world is drowning. Those scenes in Titanic when people are floating to the ceiling as it fills with water. AH!!!!! I had a dream the other night that I was Rose and instead of saving Jack, I looked at the water-filled stairwell and said “the hell with you” and got in a lifeboat instead.

I wish I didn’t have spiteful, sarcastic, and cynical thoughts half the time (okay all the time), but I also love that I’m not afraid to temper them with stupidly sentimental and emotional things too. Also, I wish my boobs were bigger. See what I mean?

I love the smell of cucumber, the sight of peonies, and the sound of church bells.

I used to want to be Scarlett O’Hara. About two years ago, I realized I admired Melanie more. I think that means I’ve grown up.

I break my cookies, chips, and bananas into smaller pieces before eating them.

Every guy I’ve ever dated (minus one in grad school) has been a Republican. I live in a blue state. WTF?

I always knot and tear apart my straw wrappers before throwing them out to see if someone is thinking of me. This morning at McDonald’s when I got my iced coffee, someone was….

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