I was going to make this an Instagram caption until I realized it was getting long enough to be a blog post. ๐
I hate Starbucks.
Like, reaaaaallly really hate it. If you see me with it, just know it was my only option.
I listen to every type of music there is.
When I used to make CDs in high school I didn’t even try to organize it. I’d have an assortment of songs on each CD so it’d be a little game of roulette every time my friends and I would drive around. ๐
I couldn’t stand cats before I got Ri. Most cats still frighten me.
My Grandma had a cat when I was little that used to bite me or hiss at me so I grew up terrified of cats. Most actually still scare me quite a bit. I didn’t even really want a cat but when I was living in the loft in Detroit, cats were the only pets allowed. Enter: Ri. Now I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
I hate my hometown.
I’ve been criticized for this. But it is what it is. I don’t get that feeling of home when I go back. Instead, I feel panic and anxiety. I really couldn’t pinpoint why. But it’s safe to say (unless something drastic happened) I won’t live there ever again.
I am obsessed with the JonBenรฉt Ramsey case.
She was less than a year older than me. I remember where I was the first time I heard what happened. My mom and I were at Target and I saw her picture on the cover of a magazine and I asked my mom who she was. She told me very briefly (sparing some details, I’m sure) and I was infatuated with it ever since. I’ve seen every news segment, documentary, etc. there is on the case and I’m like 1000000% sure I know who did it. (Told you I am obsessed.)
My memory is insanely good.
If I think back to a moment I can remember every detail about it, sometimes things that were said verbatim. Shaun likes to joke that this is my worst trait. ๐ Sometimes I can be stubborn and be like no I swear, you said this but it’s just because my memory is so good. If I think about a certain moment in time I can hear it, see it, smell it.
I’m terrified of heights.
Like, even watching something where someone is high up on a cliff my hands and feet will sweat profusely. However, my favorite place to be is on a rooftop in New York. I know, it doesn’t make much sense.
I am a creature of habit.
I have routines and if I don’t follow them it can throw my whole day off. If Shaun and I go out to eat at a restaurant I pick the safest thing on the menu. And then I get that every single time for eternity. 9 times out of 10 I’d rather eat off the kid’s menu (mozzarella sticks specifically). If I find makeup that I like I’ll use it until they discontinue it. I listen to songs on repeat and will never get sick of them. I’ve always been this way and I don’t know that it’ll ever change.
I have regrets.
Crazy. I know. Especially since people are always like nooooo regrets โ๐ผ. Well guess what, I’ve got ’em. Mostly regret for the times I’ve hurt people, for walking away from something, and for not walking away. I know I’m supposed to be grateful for these things because they’ve led me here (and a part of me is) but I don’t like failing. And I don’t like hurting people.
Olive Garden is my favorite restaurant.
No, seriously. In high school I’d go there once-twice a week. ๐ฉ Now I beg Shaun to take me there whenever I get the chance.
