There are a few things I need to get off my chest...
I consume way too much Diet Coke.
I step over sidewalk cracks.
I sometimes sleep across-ways.
I prefer to watch TV with the volume at an even number.
I buy things because I like the packaging.
I like sweet potatoes and ketchup.
I don't like massages.
I'm homesick way more than I admit.
I watch the Bachelor when no one's around.
I'm judgemental of bad parenting and weird outfits.
I go up and down every grocery store aisle no matter what.
I skip mass sometimes.
I rarely stretch after I run.
Sometimes I go to the movies by myself.
I still think about joining the Peace Corps.
When asked to give my phone number at a store, I give Zach's.
I prefer eating with plasticware.
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I bet the only reason you don't like massages is because you didn't get to experience the fantastic gluteus maximus massage that one time we went in Dallas. I know... you're probably still jealous, right?
The look on your face when we left the spa that day may be my favorite Chelsea memory of all time.
Hey Leslie! I ran into your blog and I love reading it! I'll always remember the math tutoring days :) Hope New York is treating you well!
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