100 Things You’ll Know If You Read This, Part Two
51. I dream about living in Tuscany.
52. I once changed my cousin’s diaper after she had eaten a whole pack of gum and her poop smelled like peppermint.
53. I feel lucky to be alive.
54. I eat for comfort.
55. I once served a traditional Danish lunch for one of the world’s richest people and made him drink schnapps out of a little glass originally bought in IKEA for tea lights.
56. I once had diarrhea and vomited in my brother’s bed. He wasn’t too happy about that.
57. I was once hung over for a week.
58. I admire people who can play an instrument.
59. When I was 14 or so, I told my mother about “Dirty Dancing”: It is the best movie I have ever seen!
60. I once told my mom: “I’m never getting married”, to which she replied: “Well, maybe no one will ever ask you!”
61. I am thinking that number 60 looks pretty harsh to me.
62. I am sloopy and carless with details, as my proof reading shows.
63. I like it when things are neat and in order but I am rather messy.
64. I once assisted my friend when she was giving birth. Afterwards I took the train home and went straight to bed, exhausted.
65. I just received a wonderful text from my friend, who is so helpful and lovely that I almost want to weep.
66. I had a happy childhood.
67. Watching fireflies are just as magical to me as seeing a shooting star.
68. I wish I didn’t have to look for a job. Couldn’t someone just headhunt me? With the perfect job?
69. The worst crap I EVER took was in beautiful Monterrey, California. I’ll spare you the details.
70. A couple of times, I’ve been kissed so long and hard over so many hours, that my mouth hurt. In a good way.
71. I was baptized and married in the same church. A cathedral, actually.
72. I never understood why Anne Hathaway is considered beautiful. I think her features are too big for her face.
73. I am about ready for a latte with Splenda.
74. I am waiting for the world to discover me. Here I am!!
75. The only person who was ever unfriendly to me in New York City was an Indian lady who scolded me when I was buying a coke because I had apparently “thrown” the money on the counter.
76. I once had a doctor’s appointment inside the New York Stock Exchange.
77. I secretly wish Oprah would take me under her wing. I’m sure we could do great things together.
78. The second worst picture ever taken of me was in Berlin in 1994. The worst one is in my driver’s license. Even the photographer said: Whoa! Bastard.
79. Someone once stood in line for 3 hours to get me an autograph from Charlene Harris, who wrote the True Blood-series. She got it!
80. I think French is very sexy, while Italian is super-overrated. The language, not the food!
81. I just want to be loved.
82. I often think about Pierre Bourdieu’s term: Méconnaissance, which means systematicly flawed insight into one’s own behavior.
83. I wish I could get therapy from Irving Yalom.
84. I wish I had more gay friends. Or just a Will to match my Grace.
85. I don’t think we’ll ever get world peace. Have you seen two kids play? It’s like war is inherent in us.
86. I want Cindafuckingrella.com to get a million fans on Facebook. So please press “Like!”
87. I think strawberries match rhubarbs perfectly.
89. If I ever had a daughter, she would be named: Anna Emile Abra. Or Nanna Cecilie Abra. I’m too old for more kids though so the names are up for grabs!
90. I once knew a girl, who ate her boyfriend’s scabs.
91. I was vegetarian for 16 years but now eat meat – even frogs and rabbit but never lamb. Just don’t like it. Oh, and no scabs either.
92. I strive to see greatness in the small things.
93. Writing this makes me feel vain and self-absorbed. Which I am.
94. I am determined to re-teach my 2-year old to sleep in his own bed. Cry me a river.
95. I am a chockoholic more than a shopoholic.
96. My favorite cocktail is a sweet Manhattan.
97. I have been to 30-some states in the US. And nowhere in Asia.
98. I know that there are a million ways to live your life.
99. I love you.
100. I have to change a poopy diaper.
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Fuck. 62 is supposed to say careless, not carless. Sorry. But it proves my point perfectly!
Also, regarding # 100: Not my own!
“75. The only person who was ever unfriendly to me in New York City was an Indian lady …”
That’s because we Americans are in love with foreigners, so taken that we would never scold you. An Indian lady, however, being foreign herself, would be exempt from the adoration requirement.
77….I’m sure you would make awesome things happen with Oprah.
“90. I once knew a girl,” I’m beginning to have serious concerns about the people you know. LOL
Re: 90: It’s like people who buy hemorrhoid cream and ask to have it gift wrapped because it “is a gift and NOT AT ALL for personal use!”
Nah, you can trust me. When I fart, I own up to it. I would tell you if I ate scabs. Well. Perhaps not. Too gross.