I am in my 40s, look almost 30, act almost 20, and my grandmother still treats me as if I’m almost (but not quite) 10.
I am not aware of how short I am until I see pictures of me standing next to other people.
I have a Bachelor’s Degree from a Big 10 university, but I’ve never worked in that field. I’m working toward a Master’s at a small, private university. This degree would be in the field I DO work in, and would actually come in quite handy.
I have not learned to love exercize exercize exercise (or how to spell it, either.)
I can roll my tongue into a cloverleaf shape. Surprisingly, I don’t get to show off that skill all that often.
I cannot wear a business suit without feeling like I’m a six year old playing dress-up.
I want a vacation. A long, quiet, peaceful vacation.
I do not want to talk about my political, religious, or other personal beliefs with people I don’t really know.
I like plain, black, strong coffee. No flavored creamers for me, thanks.
I do not like cream cheese, pickles, or tuna.
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I prefer
a man in a turtleneck to a man in a business suit
the taste of Dunkin Donuts coffee to the taste of Starbucks coffee (but I prefer the atmosphere of Starbuck to the atmosphere of Dunkin Donuts.)
big dogs to small ones.
Mazdas to Toyotas. And my Subaru to them all.
pumpkin pie to any fruit pie.
creamy JIF to crunchy JIF.
quiet evenings at home with the VIM to almost anything else.
The Clash to Gwen Stefani.
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I will probably never learn to appreciate:
the Three Stooges.
the taste of wintergreen.
Radiohead.
Plato.
I am really, REALLY bad at:
interior design
letter writing / communicating with far away friends
golf
backing into parking spaces
