I am 29 years old.
I have a fake birthday - it's September 23rd. I have a real birthday too, but I like the way I write September 23rd.I don't own a pair of white socks (or black socks). I hate the mall. I sing in my car. Sometimes I dance too.
I eat donuts for dinner.
My closet is color-coded. I am not welcome at my high school. I have never owned a plant that lived.
I usually beat my alarm clock by ten minutes. I read The Jungle when I was 15, and I haven't eaten red meat since.
I spent the first 18 years of my life in Belton, South Carolina, population 4,561. I have wanted, at various times in my life, to be an astronaut, a seismologist, and a postman.
I have a fear of standing water.
I once successfully acted out the word "colloquialism" in charades.
If you play Red Faction, you know me as Ender or PixelGirl; you were pwned. I have been in 5 weddings, none of them my own.
I've taken a liking to this fellow named Jens.
I am a Pentaxian.
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Day Eight: “25th December” by Everything But the Girl
My grandfather died a year ago today. He loved to hear me play the piano. The music open on the piano is one of Chopin’s Nocturnes. Scribbled above the music is a phone number of an old high school friend. She’d moved and called me right before I went to Europe to give me her new number. We made plans to meet up after I returned.
She died while I was gone.
