"Michelle, why are you such an insufferable bitch?"
This is a question I'm often asked, by friends and strangers, by clergy and laypersons, by the young and decrepit alike. It's been one of the great mysteries of my life-- How could you hate me? ME! As is typical of my personality (and number 14 on the list) I've decided to compile a list.
- I am a biblio-snob of the worst sort. Twilight? Bitch, please. I wouldn't be caught dead with that book in my hand.
- I crack my bones.
- I wear (forbidden!) outside shoes at the gym.
- I ask questions that are absolutely none of my business.
- I sing along in the car to every single song. I'm a terrible singer, too. This is not modesty, either. I am truly terrible. It's why I love kareoke so much.
- I love opening my mouth and showing people half-eaten food.
- I always grab my friend's cigarettes and insist on lighting them. The first drag is always the best, anyway. The rest is just anticlimax.
- I openly mock those who use poor grammar.
- I roll my eyes about 5 dozen times per day.
- I love the movie "Drop Dead Gorgeous".
- I have a super-humanly strong sense of smell, and I will tell you if you stink.
- I always whine that I want a pot-bellied pig. Apparently they get really big. Whatever.
- I compulsively buy stationery. Pens are a particular problem.
- I compile lists incessantly.
- I become obsessed with things very intensely, and I devour every piece of information I can find on the subject.
- I refuse to watch The Godfather.
- I love watching strangers eat really messy food. Shawarmas= hilarious.
- Anything that comes out of my purse smells and tastes like perfume. Mints, gum, etc.
- I rarely finish a drink. I just drink 75% of it, and either give up or get a new one.
- I cannot (CANNOT) sit at a restaurant without hanging a spoon off my nose.
- I fully expect you to adore me for the above idiosynchracies.
2 comments:
Hey Biblio-Snob, you spelled Karaoke wrong. HA!
Absolutely have to agree with you on #1!
I do #2, 4, 6(with much gusto) & 15... I wonder now if people do hate me for them, too.
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