And without further adieu, six weird things about me:

1.I have recurring nightmares about using filthy public restrooms and being unable to keep every article of clothing or (God forbid!) my person from touching the disgusting puddles of brown mystery liquid.

2. I hate jeans. And pants in general. They're tight and they make my legs itch. Jeans were okay back in 8th grade when it was cool for girls to wear baggy jeans, sagged down so you could see the boxer shorts beneath. I prefer sweatpants. Or skirts. Which is why I'm almost always either dressed up or dressed like a hobo (who does laundry).

3. I don't care about shoes. And I hate shopping. Especially at malls. I hate trying things on and I start to feel short of breath, hot and dizzy in stores that are too crowded. This is why the whole "finding a wedding dress" ordeal was so unpleasant for me. And why I ended up spending perhaps a bit more than I really needed to. (But I got exactly what I wanted and didn't have to face trying on a zillion dresses in one of those discount bridal places).

4. I am totally addicted to Forensic Files, Cold Case Files, American Justice, and any true-crime show out there. I confess, I have a hard time falling asleep without one of these shows on in the background. (Although, a good WWII documentary on The History Channel works too). Paul thinks that these shows have made me excessively paranoid, which they totally have. But only because of those random crimes that could happen to anyone. And by anyone, of course, I mean me. This is not totally fair since a lot of the time the woman is married/dating to some psycho, but there's not always necessarily reason for her to know he's crazy. At least, not until he kills her, so who knows! Paul could be leading a double life. Or not. See? This is what he means by excessively paranoid.

5. I get hot and cold really easily so I'm forever putting on and taking off sweaters, jackets, etc.

6. I have a terrible fear of knives. This may have something to do with the whole butter knife incident but honestly I was afraid of regular knives way before that. The only difference is, now I'm also afraid of butterknives.

Hm...who should I tag? How about Lian, Grace, Jon (who is cool because he just moved to my hometown and he put me in his book! I'm in a book!), Dan, Tony and Todd. I wonder how long it'll be before I actually get around to leaving comments for all of them as I am not very good with the whole comments thing.

In the meantime, sometimes pictures from the holiday weekend...

Paul and me with the sun in our eyes.

Look Ma, no smog! SF > LA.

And now for some catblogging...

Now where can I find a good petstore around here?

Not a cat.