It’s so fun posting about plans for my new home (here and here), my interview with Judd Waddell (here), and my essentials lists (here and here), but I thought it would be fun for y’all to get to know a little bit more about the real me. *Shutter* We’ll see how long this lasts before getting painfully embarrassing and my dignity makes me stop this weekly series.
One.
Until the age of 18, I thought the lyrics of “Big Yellow Taxi” went as follows: “They pinked paradise to put up a parking lot, mmm bop bop.” I discovered I was wrong during one of my ultimate car concerts with my sister. She busts out laughing and squeals, “THOSE AREN’T THE WORDS!” I was indignant, ” Um yes, they are Tiffany.” I googled. PSA: Paved. They “paved paradise and put up a parking lot.” I would’ve preferred they “pink it,” but no one asked me.
Two.
I’ve had over 3,000 stitches in my face and 87 stitches in my leg. I ran through a glass door at a birthday party when I was five. I have a large scar on my face and leg and had reconstructive surgery on said scars. I still get questions about the scar weekly, and make up stories depending my mood. “I got in a knife fight. You should see the other guy.” “I was surfing and a shark attacked me.” I tear up and say, “I was attacked at knife point.” Sometimes, ya just have to mess with people who ask, “What’s wrong with your face?” Jack Wagons.
Three.
I sometimes eat Taco Bell sober and genuinely enjoy it. Typically, TB is my friends and my go-to for “late night,” but sometimes I have zero desire to cook, get out of my car and can’t wait for delivery so I drive through Taco Bell. Taco Supremes and a Bean & Cheese Burrito. Shamefully delicious.
Four.
I’m incredibly sentimental. I’ve always been the “tough girl” in my group. I honestly pride myself with the trait. I’m the crossfitter, competitive, intense one in our group, but I’m actually insanely sentimental. I cherish things like tickets stubs, fortunes, pictures and notes. They are remnants of experiences I want to remember forever.
Five.
I love Donuts. Not eating them. I love driving in circles repeatedly. I giggle like a little girl anytime anyone takes me to do donuts. I cry laughing. If you’re ever with me, and I’m in a bad mood… take me to a parking lot and drive in circles. Instant happiness.
I definitely thought the lyrics were "pink" too until right this second.
Taco Bell is always ok. Ok maybe not always, but totally ok to enjoy it sober.