(1) I cut my own hair. It bothers me to wonder what it looks like in the back.
(2) I put shirts in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. I do not own an iron.
(3) I wash my hair, and shave, with soap. I don't know where the soap comes from. I think John buys it.
(4) I do not write thank-you notes.
(5) I drink soda for breakfast.
(6) I drink soda before bed.
(7) My floor is covered in clothes and books.
(8) After two years here, we are still not quite sure when trash day is.
(9) I eat when I am hungry. I eat when I am not hungry. I guess I eat when I want to.
(10) The people at McDonalds know me by name.
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I've been wondering where all the soap goes. Trash day is Tuesday... maybe Wednesday. Also, please add the equally telling point to #9- you eat when you're not hungry. Everything else seems quite normal... to me.
p.s. your recent refinement of your blog is well done. Quite an accurate portrayal.
I know you like it when you get comments, but this is dumb, you're downstairs.
Bring me a soda.
No! Root Beer!
Very scary in the portrait it paints!
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