Cat Confessions: Week Two

I love Eminem. I do. His music. His ‘tude. The whole enchilada. He made it in a world and an industry that was severely against him. His will and determination to be someone is truly inspiring. Homeboy even has an Oscar. Top of my celebrity crush list. Side note: I can rap “Lose Yourself” like nobody’s business.

I hate rain. Everyone always raves about a great “rainy sunday” to snuggle in bed. I hate it. The rain not the snuggling. In Houston, we have pretty violent thunderstorms, and I’ve been terrified since I was little. I don’t know if it will ever change. Going through a tornado in college did not help my weather phobia. I have a slight panic attack anytime it thunders. Epitome of a Scaredy-Cat.

I drive like a 17-year-old. Fast. With the windows down. Blaring music. Singing my heart out. It’s really one of my favorite ways to decompress. I  take myself too seriously sometimes, but driving like this makes me truly joyful. Try it. I promise it’s just as fun as when you were 17.

Red Gatorade and Gardettos. My go-to road trip food. It’s really the perfect combination. I only allow myself to eat Gardettos on road trips since they are so bad for you, and I so look forward to filling up and grabbing my trip snacks on the way out of town.

Inside out Pants. About a month ago, I was in a store and tried on a pair of jeans. I decided I wasn’t crazy about them, and was in a hurry to complete the rest of my to do list before lunch. I threw on my workout leggings and bounced out of the store. Drove to another store to return something with my leggings inside out, tag showing for the world to see. I had NO idea until I got home. So. Stinking. Embarrassing.