Bits and Pieces

 Maybe I do have more to say. 

I hate celery, but any other vegetable, I’m game. I like to stand in the rain. When my fingers get wrinkly, it gives me anxiety. I will never take just one bite, if I do, I divide it in my mouth so both sides “get some.”

I love phantom of the opera, I wear socks all day long, but can't stand to sleep in them. I have empathy for inanimate objects, I secretly wish I was right handed. Bar soap makes me cringe. I will always choose left, I’m petrified of earwigs, and I love Rollie pollies. Slugs freak me out, but I love snails. I have been bitten by a groundhog. I don't think skunks smell.

I rub a scarf to go to sleep, I have never intentionally stolen, I broke my foot by falling off my shoe, I used to chew on everything, I love elbows, like really really love them, I got pecked in the eye by a chicken, I couldn't see well for a week, I also got laundry detergent in my eye, they put suction cups on my eyeballs to flush it out, the feeling of lunch meat makes me feel funny, I used to pinch things I thought were cute. Oh. And I can't swim.  

There. I've been holding most of that in for a long time.