disclose 43 random THINGS about myself

i’m a pal and a confidante. in the past few months i’ve realized that people come to me a lot when they need a sounding board, counselor, or advisor. i love being there for my friends and think that it is my cosmic duty in life to do so. i feel like i’m “earning” my happiness by serving my friends and family.

who needs drugs when you can go on youtube and watch babies laugh? there are pages and pages of postings people have put up of their baby laughing. this one reminds me of when i used to do the same thing to my little sister.
this woman has got to be the happiest person in the world

when i get stressed at work, i read celebrity gossip and it clears my head. www.thesuperficial.com has helped me calm down in the middle of a stressful day on more than one occasion.

i’m not afraid of relationship commitment, but career and neighborhood commitment. Its why I can’t be happy at a job for more than a few months. I get into it and then think, “But, I’ve always wanted to try that!” Or I just want to move to another town and start all over. Like right now, for somereason I’m on a kick to move to Australia (but my hubby isn’t too excited about it).

I love green. I wear it everyday and my house is decorated with lots of green fabrics. I think it springs from my love of the movie Amelie but I also read somewhere that people who love green are motherly and nurturing. I give out lots of unsolicited advice, so does that count as motherly? As I type this, I’m sitting in a lime green dress… a real green dress… that’s cruel

but it has actually helped me reconnect with my best friend from Kindergarten. I know, “You remember who you were friends with in kindergarten!?” Our moms were friends, we were best friends, but we lost touch when we both moved away. I searched for her on myspace and there she was. Her mom was like a crazy aunt to me (my mom being the “sane aunt” to my buddy). Myspace may spread viruses by stupid people, but it can also reunite old friends

After Hurricane Katrina, I packed up and moved back to New York to be with my fiance. I feel like I’ve deserted my town and miss it terribly. I want to move back, but there’s a line in the song “Do you Know what it means (to miss New Orleans)” that my granny used to sing to me (when she was living with us, 200 miles from New Orleans: And there’s just one thing more, I’ll miss the one I care for more than I miss New Orleans

someone made a comment about me cleaning up and “mothering” my two male roommates. I laughed and revealed that I am the dirtiest one in the house! Don’t get me wrong, I pull my weight cleaning and cooking, but I am definately a dirty girl – and not in the sexual way, the literal way.

are all boys and I love it. I’m very happy not to live with a girl anymore and my roommates are great. My cat and fiance are at my “other apartment” which houses my fiance, cat & 2 male roomates as well.Though my favorite person in the world is a girl (my best bud “Jorge”). I love being surrounded by guys which makes me come to my next revelation…

when I am really hungry. I get heart burn and burp a lot.