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.