And now for some real business. I have nothing to write about. De nada. And then I realized I have a billion projects started and dammit I could finish one. So let's get to know me.
I was going to update my 22 before 22 but I just re-read it and it's dumb. I don't like it. What a difference 9 months and becoming a better blogger makes. So none of that. And I'm not making a new one because I turn 22 in 36 days. Yes, I'm keeping count. More on my birthday later. We've got 36 days to talk about it!
I know that most of you weren't my cupcakes when I posted this. Did you catch up? Good...The second thing on that list is to 3 legitimate fears and how they became fears.
Number one biggest fear in the history of fears are frogs. I'm terrified. Legitimately can't breath/panic attack/ kind of fear when I see one of those fuckers. I hate them. This fear stems from my mom. She's always been terrified of them because when she was little one jumped on her face and clung to her. Ugh. Can you imagine. It was scared she was scared...fuck that. Boyfriend lives out in bfe and has a pond in his back yard. They love to come around in the summer. When they're on the sidewalks I stand completely still and don't breathe. I figure out how to get the fuck around it without that bitch moving. Most of the time I walk 200 feet out of my way and then I'm on frog look out all night. We had one in our basement one time when I was in junior high, it was camping out in front of our dryer. Mom and I both needed in there but couldn't do it. I had to call a friend who lived down the road to come get it for us.
My second biggest fear...flying. UGH. I've never been on an airplane before. Ever. And if I didn't want to travel and go places, then I wouldn't ever care. I'm terrified of them crashing. Like wtf, they say you're less likely to die in a plane crash than a car accident but fuck it seems like every day they're talking about how this plane went down and la-de-fucking-da. Terrifying. I can guarantee that before I fly, I will indulge in a couple of xanax, as much liquor/beer/alcohol I can get into me without feeling terrible.
And third...I'm afraid of people. Not just any type of people but people who might be planning to do something bad. I know that sounds weird. I've grown up in the generation of shootings. Schools, malls, movie theaters, etc. Shit freaks me out. That's part of the airplane fear too. That somebody is going to hijack it and kill us. I have a vivid imagination and this is all part of it. So I guess it's not a fear of people, just a fear that somebody is going to kill everyone. Most of my fears resolve around this.
There ya have it cupcakes, I'm a freak. I would be scared out of my mind if I was on an airplane with a frog and somebody started shooting.