012 Despite my mum’s orders to the contrary, I used to secretly read in the dark. I reeeeally wanted glasses. I still pass eye tests with flying colours.
013 I shed a few last night while reading the final pages of A Thousand Splendid Suns. From memory, it’s only the second book which has caused such a reaction. The first was Jessica about 10 years ago. In contrast, when it comes to the screen, big or small, I am pathetic. I cannot watch Oprah without crying.
014 I am not particularly fussy with food but there are a few exceptions. Keep me away from beetroot (tastes like dirt), baby corn (tastes like feet) and olives (taste like ewww). I have eaten kangaroo twice and enjoyed it on both occasions, but spent both nights alternating between lying on the bathroom floor and throwing up for Australia. I think that’s the weirdest thing. Can you be allergic to a meat?
015 Flat chested? Embrace it. I have been everything from an A cup to DD in my adult life and I can categorically say, having small boobs rocked my world. Well, not really – that sounds kind of pervy mcperv – but it was such a simple luxury. Clothes fit better and therefore look better. Bras are prettier in smaller sizes. The gym isn’t a two-bra nightmare. I want my B cup back.
016 I had a dream last night that Patrick Swayze signed up for the next season of Dancing with the Stars. He was to partner Pauline Hanson. I adore dreaming. It’s amazing how often I dream about events that are actually happening in my life, except with the usual dreamy randomness like flying or teeth falling out.
017 Before I even started writing this second instalment of 10…ahhhh…things, I had wondered whether it was, in fact, a really dumb idea. Firstly, I don’t know if I can be bothered doing this every Friday. Secondly, I seem to have committed to at least 10 weeks given the three digit bullets. Thirdly, I am scared of your judgement *raises elbows to demonstrate judgy dance*. Way too scared. It’s debilitating. It’s one of my greatest downfalls. I touched on it last Friday. I will mention it again. In fact there’s been a blog entry dedicated to the subject inside me for quite some time. Please consider this my reluctant promise to post that entry within
018 I am eating peanut butter off a spoon right now. I love PB so much I can’t buy it. A jar would be gone in three days. If I wasn’t already committed to marrying Tim Tam slams, I would wed peanut butter. Peanut butter Tim Tams – get on it, Arnott’s. There’s no substitute for super freakin’ awesome.
do not lick screen.
019 Nineteen in and are there already too many mentions of food? Sorry. I love food. I have eating bipolar. I am either really, really good or really, really bad. Right now, I guess the PB indicates bad.
020 I cannot watch anything with Nicolas Cage in it. Oh, that voice. That stupid, stupid voice...