Tagged.

Three confessions.

Thanks for this wonderful opportunity, Fin.

Confession one:
One time, in 5th grade, I mixed up all this fake puke and I went to the theater and sat on the balcony ... . You know the rest of the story.

Confession two:
My driver's license says I weigh 136. It has since I was 16. I have not weighed that since long before I was 16.

Confession three:
I secretly think in British. When I see people standing around, waiting in a line, I don't think line, I think queue. When I talk about my apartment, I think about my flat. I think things are brilliant instead of great. I don't walk on the sidewalk, I walk on the pavement. I wear a sweater but I pick out a jumper.

So far I have been able to not say these out loud. I'd like this to continue.


I tag ... Cerra ... Cami ... and Allyson.