Neuroses are a funny thing.
It was pointed out to me the other day that I have a few. In all honesty, really, who doesn’t? I prefer the term "quirky" but that's here nor there.
PETA has brain washed me and I will jump through hoops to spare a poor chicken cramped living quarters. I limit my dairy big time, thinking somehow I’m causing sores on one less cow’s udder. However, I did ask for a bee bee gun for Christmas so I can eradicate the squirrels that hang out in double digits in S&P’s back yard. I hate cats and birds and would do the same to them if they started coming around in numbers that large.
I really watch what I eat to maintain my petite frame. I avoid white carbs like the plague. The 4 mini pieces of candy I had this Halloween will be the only candy to pass these lips till next October. I can’t tell you how many years it's been since I had a soda. With this said, you cannot pay me to drink a light beer. You can take your Bud Light and sit and spin, that's all its good for if you ask me. I require full calorie, full bodied deliciousness. I’ll just throw away the bun that my veggie burger comes on to compensate.
I have been making the switch big time to more natural ingredients in all of my toiletries. Your skin is, after all, the biggest organ. Parabens and sulfates are in so much of our lotions, shampoos and conditioners. But I am a crazy woman when it comes to candles and I burn them at an alarming rate. These are not the organic soy candles. Oh no. These smell up the joint with toxic fumes so pleasant I almost want to cry. I can only imagine what they are doing to my lungs. I might as well light a cigarette for funsies.
Just when you think you have me figured out, I'll do, say or think the exact opposite. The chatter up here in my melon justifying these things to myself can be exhausting. So thank you all for dealing with my cray cray.
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