I don’t like potatoes. I mean, I *will* eat french fries. But, you know, only the really really really skinny kind. The ones that really taste nothing like potatoes.
I am afraid of pedicures. Not only do I not enjoy having people touch my feet (vomit), I am dealthy afraid of picking up some scary toenail-falling-off disease. Also, I don’t like when people talk about me in other languages.
I really like (the now cancelled) Life Unexpected. I don’t care that Lux is in high school and she’s having an illicit affair with a teacher. I like it, dammit.
I am not a shoe person. I’m serious. If you offered me a pair of beautiful red-bottomed shoes, I’d probably return them to buy some sweet camera lenses. Mama needs a 24-70mm f2.8 lens. STAT.
I don’t really like Starbucks. In fact, I think I may have pretty much quit it.
Sometimes I say LITERALLY when I don’t actually mean LITERALLY.
I don’t think Friends has held up the way Seinfeld has.
I do the Thriller dance. A lot. In public.
I don’t understand the appeal of poker.
I didn’t love The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo.
I don’t drink mojitos. Or wine. or Fruity-tinis of any kind.
I will steal your cupcake.
I don’t like cheesecake.
I don’t change my sheets once a week. I’m an every other week kind of girl. Go ahead. JUDGE.
I love Showtunes.
I hate white pants, but would give anything to own a riding outfit.
I would probably do dirty things to Sean Penn. And Adrien Brody. But not at the same time.
I am the mother of a 4th grader who says things like this: Hey, Mommy, did Sarah Palin do the voice of Jessie in Toy Story?
I have never eaten Velveeta cheese. Or at Taco Bell.
I never buy my children’s school pictures. On principle.
I think that Hope Floats is the very worst movie. Ever.
I will not eat anything that swims. Or swam. Or hung out near the water.
Lester Bangs is a hero of mine. The real one. Although the Philip Seymour Hoffman version is pretty killer too.
I wear yoga pants even when I’m not on my way to the gym. Or on my way home from the gym.
I think that “Come on Get Higher” song is ridiculously hot.
I once actually said these words. In front of people who were watching The Karate Kid. â€œSweet the lick? is that some sort of weird karate move? That line never made any sense to me. Why does he tell him to sweet the lick?â€ Holy sweep the leg, Batman! You cannot take me anywhere. I’m such a cream puff. Which, incidentally, is something else I have never had.