Seven more things you never asked to know

But Jen Miller did. Jen tagged me in a meme making its way around the blogiverse, and by participating, I have to share seven things that you might not ever want to know about me. And if there's one thing I love, it's talking about myself over sharing. Because telling you about that time I peed my pants just makes me feel so much closer to you.

1. I have a hard time controlling my emotions. I swing freely between euphoria and despair. Not only do I feel everything, but I wear my heart on my sleeve. I might spend the day feeling so happy I could physically burst, only to cry myself to sleep at night because I still miss my dog.

2. I've peed my pants twice. Only once was it socially acceptable. I was eight. The second time I was 22. I also had to pull over on I-76 one time so I could pee in the safety zone. Judging from experience, I'd much rather pee on the side of a busy highway than in my pants.

3. I want to get to a point where I can crush people with my writing. I want to be able to make you laugh and cry and think. And then I want to write a novel.

4. I have a thing for shoes. I love them so much I might marry them.

5. I want to travel. Always. I want to submerge myself in foreign culture. I want to walk down alleyways and buy fruit from tables in the sun. I want to learn the language. I want to feel how lives are lived. I want to drink beer in a pub filled with locals. I probably should have majored in something like anthropology or world studies. But I figure, writing can take me there too. So can a sugar daddy.

6. I also had a bowl cut when I was a kid. I wanted long hair, but my hair has always been so thin, length isn't my friend. My mom bribed me into the cut by buying me Old Yeller on VHS. I loved this movie. Because the years of this haircut were also interlaced with my extreme tomboy years, I refer to this as my androgynous period.

7. Sometimes, depending on my mood, my maturity level drops to that of a 12-year-old boy. I think poop is funny. I fart in B's general direction. And then I laugh in his face. But I get really mad when he farts at me. Because his farts are disgusting and mine are not. Clearly.

As part of this meme, I have to choose seven other bloggers who I'd like to learn a little bit more about. Memes make stalking so much easier. I'm in ur interwebs, watchin' you sleeps.

Avitable
Colorful Nonsense
Messy Observations
Decoy Betty
Tinsenpup
Vintage Thirty
Grooming the Avatar Tweet