The Inside Scoop
Even though I regularly spill out my innards for all The Internet to read, there are still many things you don’t know about me. Since I know some very interesting things about some of you (like Patty, Alex and Shauna), I figured it’s high time I fess up and share some of the things that only the closest of close would know about me…
I always eat my fruit first.
I once wet my pants in high school.
I hate the smell of wet dog and of rain on Texas concrete.
I am a stockist- sort of like a hoarder, but for consumables like toothpaste, tampons, and cereal. I once had twenty-eight pounds of Grape Nuts in my garage.
When I was a kid I didn’t like others to touch me, or my stuff- not in a selfish way, but in a What About Bob? sort of way.
I have one boob that is slightly larger than the other. It come the closest to filling out an A cup.
If it weren’t for how bad it would make me feel, I could live on red wine and high-end potato chips.
I had my first McDonald’s hamburger in the eight grade. I had my last in the eleventh.
I once ran a marathon. I’ll probably never do it again.
I love the smell of new books and have to sneak a sniff every few pages.
Everyone gets grossed out by something- I hate saliva.
Some of my past positions of employment include Gap Kids sales clerk, Ramada Inn banquet staff, telemarketer, sixth grade teacher, and registered nurse.
Foods that gross me out include Wonder Bread, fast food burgers, and dim sum.
I used to love being small, but after having a child I occasionally fantasize about a boob job.
A tummy tuck would definitely come first.
I eat a McDonald’s cheeseburger once a year. Not planned or anything, but the craving comes upon me and I follow it. Just once a year though. Weird.
I work for a plastic surgeon. And well? Tummy tuck scars are icky.
Oh let’s go with lipo, then!
Mmmmm, the smell of books. I swear, part of why I got into publishing was the idea of being surrounded by brand new, fresh from the printer books and that smell!
Rain on concrete? I love that smell. Unless there is something particularly offensive about Texas concrete?
In which case, never mind.
But the smell of a new book? Oh, I am with you there.
Part of the reason I do not love my Kindle as much as I thought I would.
Mmmmmm . . . new book. Love that smell.
There was something about the rain smell in Texas, perhaps from the humidity. I always hated it. And when the sun came up it was like steam coming up from that concrete. In LA, I love the rain smells.