On the Fifteenth Day of Christ*&^%$

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

I didn't say the C word for 42 years. Couldn't bear to hear it. I'm okay with it now...although I use it sparingly.

I hesitate to use it in my blog. Does it count with a K?

I'm not a holiday person. Especially New Years. I'm happy 36whatever days a year...don't force it on me.

Crowds freak me the fuck out.

I don't make yearly resolutions. I kinda do it by the minute.

Art from friends is my fav.

I've spent maybe 2 hours in my living room in the past 2 months. Might as well rent it.

I am the human equivalent of playdough.

I'm allergic to a lot of scented candles.

I love candles.

I talked to my mom through a candle for a while. You should have seen it when I talked about the slutty slutty Halloween costumes I was seeing. Flickered like crazy. She always hated slutty slutty Halloween costumes.

I wonder why women feel the need to wear slutty slutty Halloween costumes.

Maybe we should rename it Slutoween.

I like being treated to dinner.