I ran out of shampoo a week ago.
One Tree Hill is so painful to watch, but I can't stop.
When my sister described my completely Jude-massacred stomach as "bread dough," she wasn't wrong.
I shave my legs on average once every two weeks, and hide them from Adam until then.
I secretly give Jude more whole milk than he needs so he stays just a little chubby.
Whenever I go on trips I put all of my energy and planning into what we're going to be eating.
I avoid scrubbing the shower like the plague.
I daydream about being a rockstar and wearing black leather pants daily.
I never sit down on public toilets.
Adam brings me home a diet coke when I'm having a bad day. And then I go crazy.
I ran up the driveway one day as a little girl crying because I could never be Asian.
I think hot dogs taste like soggy erasers.
I don't exercise
Ok, now be honest with me.