Sunday Bloody Sunday
11:03 a.m. - 2002-12-15
I am guilty of indulging�SPOILING�my daughter because of what I believe I was deprived of as a child. I was never allowed to purchase from gumball machines, ice cream trucks or liquor stores. I often let her buy point of purchase items including candy, toys and shot glasses.
With the exception of finances, I feel that I am at the best point in my life right now.
One of my best friends is a complete fraud, and I am slowly phasing her out of my life. I have come to the realization that people who are deceitful about one thing are often deceitful about a lot of things.
I am easily influenced and have to be extremely careful about what kind of people I hang out with.
There are a lot of people in this world right now (5 that I can think of right off hand) who owe me money, and I have accepted that I will never get it.
I cannot record things successfully on videotape.
I was once addicted to scratch-off tickets.
I enjoy cooking and often wonder if I should have pursued this professionally. My favorite movies about cooking are Tortilla Soup and Woman On Top.
I hate how materialistic I can get.
I love the ocean. I would like to live on the beach. I made love on a beach once, and was getting sand out of my ears for days.
I made love in the Meyerson Symphony Hall.
I cannot go into pet stores or pounds because I cry.
I have cheered on dogs to get away from dog pound trucks in front of my students.
One day I�m going to buy myself a very nice diamond ring because I deserve it.
If I could qualify for welfare, I would take it.
Sometimes I choose to stay in the dark about things rather than know and feel the truth.
I need to lose about 20 pounds, and no one believes me.
My wedding dress was a size 3.
I have been married twice, and I have never had a real wedding.
I am attracted to the way Anna Nicole Smith embraces her sexuality.
I read �I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings� at least 20 times in school. I just made the connection between that book and Toni Morrison only recently.
Once, I accidentally left my apartment front door open from about 7 a.m. until about 5:30 p.m. (the entire time I was at work), and nothing happened.