*Is being too effin' lazy to make a real dinner...and taking the "effort" to make boxed scallop potatoes. And nothing else.
*Is knowing that you'll be rocking a thyroidectomy scar during the summer. And fall. And winter. And shit, the rest of your life.
*Is knowing that you just need to lose 8 more pounds and not caring one iota, really.
*Is thinking that relaxation includes vacuuming the ENTIRE apartment in five minutes flat.
*Is loving your erg enough to ignore it for weeks on end
*Is rocking nice legs & arms. And a slight beer belly.
*Is reading Mrs. Kimble by Jennifer Haigh and telling everyone about it.
*Is still being madly in love and knowing that you're gonna be that way for a looooooooong time to come.
*Is sporting grungy rock star hair during an interview for a helper monkey and not caring.
*Is saying "dude" during that same interview. And then wondering, did I just say "dude"? Nah, couldn't have been me.
*Is dodging a real post and doing bullet points.
*Is admitting that you're addicted to bullet point blog entries.