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.
December 9th, 200712:44 am at
The song was very touching. I think I like it the best from your Twelve Days series so far. It taps in to those emotions that I think a lot of people can empathize with due to near unavoidable nostalgia during the holidays. I’m unquestionably one of these people this year around as well. I’m sorry for your losses. Remember and celebrate the good times with them, for our absent loved ones live on in that way.