I'm doing a meme-ish thing. I'm not tagging anyone, but you know the deal ...
if this interests you, grab it and run; if not, I assure you nothing bad will
happen to your belongings when you're not looking.
The "Sometimes I Feel Like I'm the Only One Who ..." Meme
List seven things that you have no idea whether or not anyone else does
them, and when you do them, you feel like a freak of nature who doesn't belong
on this planet.
I genuinely enjoy the taste of and actively seek out a good pâte
or chopped liver. I sit there, chewing blissfully, and whoever is near me
tends to have a look of "WTF?" on their faces.
I don't hear the words "the full Monty" without picturing Terry
Jones as Mr. Creosote.
As soon as I hear the introduction to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata,
I break into song. Some of you may recognize the lyrics, but I doubt you actually
sing along:
Do you know something, Schroeder?
I think the way you play the piano is nice.
Do you know something else?
It's always been my dream to marry a man who plays the piano.
At parties he'd play something nice like "April Showers,"
I'm sure you could play something nice like "April Showers."
Or even "Frere Jacques."
(Beethoven's nice, too.)
Just imagine...
What would you think if someday you and I should get married?
Wouldn't you like that, if someday we two should get married?
And then, after the music ends, I say, "My Aunt Marian was right.
Never try to discuss marriage with a musician."
The worst part of all of this is that I can't not do it. Moonlight
Sonata = me singing. It's it and that's that.
(Please note, I hate the character of Lucy with a blind passion, but this
was the part I had to learn in order to audition for Sally. Don't even
ask me why.)
Sometimes I open The Joy of Cooking to a random page to see if
I can get an idea of something to make for dinner, but then I start reading
and forget to cook anything.
I have insomnia in bed, but put me in the car with That Man of Mine and
I can be dozing within five minutes of getting on the highway; then I get
mad when he says something and wakes me up.
I like food-scented soaps and shampoos better than floral-scented ones.
Somehow it just appeals to me more to smell edible, I guess.
I don't think Dane Cook is funny, and neither is Sarah Silverman. There,
I've said it. Help yourself to my street-cred.
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