I am kind of a gross girl. I'm not always pretty, and I have a lot of quirks about me. I'm going to let you see a little of the dark side of Susan... Okay, just a side I don't tell everyone... until now.
It is not uncommon for me to go a month or two during the winter without shaving...anything. I am a bit of a wildebeest. I don't know how husband deals with hairy legs and arm pits. I honestly cannot remember the last time I shaved. I have man legs right now.
There are days when I forget to brush my teeth in the morning.
I have gone a week without a shower before... I know, I know. Sick.
I don't use anti perspirant.
I get embarrassed really easily.
Sometimes I swear.
I have had severe anxiety attacks.
Sometimes I get filled with jealous rage when I hear how easy it is for people to get pregnant... I'm really ashamed to admit that. Usually it's people who seem to be unfit parents, though.
I really don't like Rachel Ray. I try, because my PaPa liked her, but I can't stand her. I'm sure she's a nice person, so I feel bad that I don't like her as much as I do.
I still cry when I think about people I love who have died.
I have a lot of regrets.
I don't wash my sheets once a week... I know, totally gross.
If it weren't for my sweet husband, I don't think I would have clean clothes, ever.
Sometimes I wake up angry, and I'm not pleasant to be around.
I battle depression sometimes.
Some days, if I don't have anywhere to go, (which isn't often) I don't get out of my pajamas all day.
I have a hard time sharing chapstick.
I am kind of superstitious about some things. (Odd years, jinxing myself by saying something out loud,) I still can't step on cracks without feeling bad.
I will NOT walk across grates, or metal coverings on sidewalks. WILL. NOT. DO. IT.
I am petrified of spiders and snakes. I am serious. I know it's cliche, but I honestly feel like I can't breathe when I see even a picture of them. It's crazy.
My house is a wreck. I don't let people come over because of it, but for some reason, I don't clean it. I know it's crazy. I hate living in a messy house and it causes me anxiety, yet I don't change the situation.
I love celebrity gossip... totally humiliating.
Sometimes I wear my PaPa's watch even though the band is broken and the battery is dead. I don't want to buy a new battery or watch band because it wouldn't be his dead battery and broken watch band. I miss him so much.
I spend entirely too much time online.
I sometimes sneak foods containing gluten, even though it makes me sick. I was entirely gluten free for a while, but have fallen off the wagon a few times. I really shouldn't eat it because it messes me up.
I wish I had a different pair of socks for every day of the year.
Well, that's quite the list, no? There are more, seedy, despicable things about me that I refuse to share with anyone besides Husband, but that list should tide you over for now.