I was going to make this an Instagram caption until I realized it was getting long enough to be a blog post. 😂
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. 😂
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 JonBenét 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. 😂 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 ✌🏼. 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. 😩 Now I beg Shaun to take me there whenever I get the chance.