Friday, December 16, 2011

On the Sixteenth Day of Christ*&^%$


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

I'm a two drink and a hangover kinda gal.

To try and sidestep a hangover I toddle up Fifth Avenue until I'm more sober.

When I throw away a picture I feel like I'm killing the person.

I have always and will always fit better into costumes built for other people than those built for my own body.

I have so many moles on my back it looks like the solar system. (Gee, look. O'Ryan's belt.)

I worked for the Skin Cancer Foundation when I moved to NY.

I no longer tan.

I have very few wrinkles.

Yet that is not a scar on my nose. That is a worry line.

I have had a worry line across the top of my nose since I was 5.

I worried a lot as a kid.

I got picked up by heavy winds during a rainstorm as a kid and blown into some bushes.

I don't like the rain.

I think people who walk around NY with golf umbrellas should be spanked.

I think if you are so big that you need a golf umbrella to stay dry, perhaps you should rethink your eating and exercise habits.

My doctors have forbidden me from gaining weight.




4 comments:

  1. Again, totally with you on your reluctance to throw people's pictures away. I can't even bear to delete dead people's messages and addresses in my email box ... sort of like a lasting memorial.

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  2. I have Cassiopeia on my left forearm...

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  3. any day you wanna let me up to you r place i will ladly brin a tree and decorate it wit your ornaments!!!

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