On the Fourteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Fourteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I have a worry line above my nose that is so systemic, people think it's a scar.

I am remarkably thrifty.

I have underwear I wear for performing only. It's not very pretty.

Sometimes I wear men's underwear.

I'm uncomfortable leaving my apartment empty.

Random acts of kindness make me weep.

Planned (and expected) acts of kindness make me weep as well.

I can become very proud of myself over tiny, tiny endeavors.

I become incensed over people being paid great money for doing a lousy job.

I may have had an infection on my big toenail for about a decade...or so.

I asked for a Singer sewing machine a decade ago Christmas, and I haven't used it yet.

I don't know how to use a Singer sewing machine.

Children feel the need to protect me.

I don't much like "things" but there is a handpainted poppies sweatercoat from Anthropologie I'd fancy for Christmas, Santa. The code is 19410778. Size small. Thank you.