In my communications class the other day, we were talking about “tie-signs,” which are things that people in relationships do to mark their territory: holding hands, kissing, wearing rings, etc. Our professor asked the class to call out some tie-signs that we could think of. People started saying things like, “arms around each other”, “matching clothes”, and “hickeys.”
And then, because I am incapable of keeping my mouth shut, I quietly said, “pee on each other. Like dogs.” Except apparently, it wasn’t as quiet as I thought because the whole class laughed uncomfortably, and the professor gave me a quizzical look that said This bitch be cray. And now I’m pretty sure that my whole class thinks I’m into golden showers.
I’m gonna start duct taping my mouth shut. Also, for the record, I’m not into golden showers.
^^ 4.5 years in, and he still hasn’t asked me to pee on him. Such a keeper.
I’ve been getting an itch for a new hairstyle. Except I’ve had the same hairstyle for about seven years, so I probably won’t do anything. But still, it’s fun to think about how I’d look with bangs. Or a sassy bob. Or brown hair. Thoughts?
^^ Since I’m a chicken, I’ll probably just stick to online makeover programs.
I have two big fears in life: tight spaces and open water. Seems kind of oxymoronic, I know, but it’s the truth. Since I was young, I’ve had recurring nightmares about both. I’m totally able to go in the ocean, but I get pretty bad anxiety when (a) there aren’t tons of people around or (b) the shore is more than a few breaststrokes away. There is one activity that combines claustrophobia and open water: scuba diving. You can’t breathe freely and the water is pushing down on you. There are creepy creatures lurking around and your toes might be nipped by weird fish.
And lately, I’ve kind of been thinking that I want to conquer my fear and go scuba diving.
I feel my heart rate increasing just thinking about it. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
^^ Sure, the water looks gorgeous, but you don’t know what kinds of deadly critters are lurking below the surface.
Every few weeks, I get an intense craving for cheesy scrambled eggs. There’s only one problem: I hate eggs and they make me gag. Wtf?!
^^ I’m really more of a yogurt bowl kind of gal.
I ate this for dinner the other night. Yes, it’s a snack plate with (1) pickles, (2) peas and asparagus with tomato basil hummus, (3) 12 grain crackers, (4) brie, and (5) a kiwi. Uhmmmm…
Don’t worry though, my uterus is totes empty. I know, the pickles threw you off.
^^ This tasted amazing at the time, but looking back on the photographic evidence, I’m kind of disgusted. And embarrassed.
IN THE COMMENTS:
Do you change your hair up often? What’s your biggest fear, and have you thought about conquering it?