On the Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$

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

I wear bangs because I have a forehead reminiscent of a shar-pei puppy.

My bangs are too long and are not doing their job.

I sleep best in a cold room, swaddled under many blankets.

My brother's wife makes the best homemade peanut butter cups EVER.

I'm packing the Nana in a wheelchair today and hitting the 60% off cashmere sale at Saks Off-Fifth.

I'm wondering whether it's wrong to use a wheelchair as a battering ram.

I was reminded of why Christmas matters yesterday...by a very special Christmas Pageant. I heave-cried.

Mercury retrograded hard for me a number of times today.

I can't wait 'til I'm off tour and don't have to pack four months of activity into two weeks.

I only brought home three outfits this time.

My dormant heart just may be waking up.

I had rubella.

I've never had chicken pox.

I am remarkably healthy...all thing considered.

All things considered would include my family's crap medical history and the fact I was a very sickly child.

By the end of high school I was 5' 6" and 98 pounds.

I ate two peanut butter, butter and jelly sandwiches, a bowl of ice cream and a coke for breakfast all summer so I would hit the triple digits before I hit Yale.

I won "Most Popular Nipples" at Yale.

I was an honorary member of an all-male singing group at Yale.

Those ties are some of the strangest and strongest in my life.

I guard and protect strange and strong ties passionately.

The holidays lead me to a place where I miss my loved ones who have passed.

As part of a holiday omen, I found a beautiful necklace I thought I had lost more than a year and a half ago.

I will not be revealing on Christ*&^%$ Day.