Wednesday Confessional

it's been a while since i've done one of these, but 'ere we go....


i love opera, i mean, type-into-youtube-and-play-videos-on-repeat-for-hours type love. pavarotti's "nessun dorma" is my all time faves, and shares the same shelf in my heart where Lauryn Hill's "Miseducation," Joni Mitchell's "Clouds," and Aretha's entire catalogue sit. in fact, on some days, he edges out them all.

i wore pink & yellow today, and dad-gummit, i almost liked it. i'm saying, the pink was like the hottest of magenta, and the yellow coulda made butter curdle. i felt like malibu barbie, without the castrated perma-tan boyfriend and pink convertible. but, lo-and-behold, i was turning heads left and right, probably because i looked like the modern reincarnation of the lollipop guild.

though i have always spoken english, when i was younger i had the thickest filipino accent. well, maybe not the thickest, but it was pretty damn FOB-ulous. if you watch a few home videos, i have a couple moments where i exchange my F's for P's. hoy vey.

i'm a neurotic foot picker. i can't stop, won't stop, eh eh, eh eh.

after my room-mate used all my neutrogena body wash while i was in germany (and you know...YOU KNOW...that isht is expensive!), in retaliation, i stole her mac mascara. it is still sitting in the bottom of my oversized blue work bag. and i have no regrets.

i don't get what the huge thing is about kate moss. i mean, seriously, what is it? i've been waiting since the mid-90's to have someone explain it to me.

i don't know if anything makes my heart leap with the joy quite like the prospect of drinking a hearty glass of red wine and purchasing books on half.com. i mean, you think i'd find more productive, cost-efficient ways of expressing my inebriation, but no. the best i can do is display the huge, capitalistic nerd i am.

i wear spongebob and power puff girls underwear. this is my "last line of defense:" the underwear i resort to when all the other pairs are festering in the hamper. i bought them from the little girl's section at target when i was in high school (and could easily fit into them), and boy, are they constricting now!

I need a hot breakfast in the morning. I've never been a cereal person...cold oats and milk in the morning just doesn't appeal to me...even if there are marshmallows involved. I'm just not the same without some semblance of fried eggs, bacon, biscuits, or sausage in my system.