Monday, December 13, 2010

On the Thirteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

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

I have an unofficial diagnosis as a sensory defensive. This explains a lot.

I only bathe.

I rock back and forth when I get upset.

I once had a boyfriend tell me something so jaw-droppingly awful about his children that I found myself pulling at the door handle so I could escape from the car...while it was in motion.

I wish I could make a living recording.

I have a REALLY deviated septum.

I may be a Facebook addict.

I sit in the window seat on planes so I can curl up like a fetus and sleep.

I never got the Presidential Fitness Award.

I've dined in the Executive Mess in the West Wing of the White House.

I wore a mini-skirt and pig tails.

I corpse magnificently easily onstage.

Sometimes I'm remarkably lazy.


  1. Yes, please. We (the people - your people) want you to continue this every day of Christmas - and beyond!

    Is Morpheus absent when you're sleeping with books? Psychobibliophilia. That will deviate your septum, baby.

    Love and love and twinkle.

  2. I'm right with you with the breaking onstage. I'm glad I get to play merry characters often -- it makes it easier to cover.

    I never got the Presidential Fitness Award either. And I feel like I deserve it.

    Keep going!



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