[as an aside, a few nights ago i had a nightmare that whiskymarie posted a blog highlights list on her site including some of the favorite things she had recently read from other bloggers. she didn't put me on the list and i decided it was because i was bad at coming up with 10 things. yes. i dream about bloggers i've never met. i also dream that i am spitting chunks of my teeth into my open palms. the teeth are the consistancy of vomit. but that doesn't count on this list.]
1. [for review] sometimes i'm shy. but kung pao chicken from the lotus brings out my outer extrovert.
2. i hate unsolicited advice. and since i won't -- under normal circumstances -- solicit advice, this makes all advice unsolicited. i like to plot and map things out in my own mind and come to my own convaluted decision. this means that twice i've licked a metal pole in the winter and gotten my tongue stuck.
3. on the other hand, i love to give advice and when i give it, i expect people to follow it to the letter. sometimes i wish i had my own personal audience of 15-year-old girls that would be forced to do exactly what i tell them. and i would tell them this:
go to college somewhere big, public, cheap and far away from anything that resembles your current life. study abroad for at least a semester. live for at least two years of your life purposefully single and during that time take an occasional lover, but don't go all loco about anyone in particular. spend a lot of time alone figuring out your likes and dislikes, decide you are smart and pretty and interesting. then date someone who agrees with you. do not make a time table for what your life is supposed to be like careerwise or relationship wise or offspring wise.
4. i was a zitty teenager, but thankfully this did not interfere with my social life. my forehead was like a braille version of a mary higgins clark novel and my chain was the spanish translation, also in braille. my zits had zits. today i have a zit on my chin, one on the corner of my mouth, one between my eyes and one on my forehead. i can only hope that i am again going through puberty because it kicked ass the first time.
while this facial breakout is rare, it is more rare for me to not have a walnut sized zit hiding in the spot where my keister hangs over my leg and a few matching solar systems jackson pollack'd across my rump.
this is the only reason i wear pants in public.