I'm weird too! I'm weird too!

Dear Diary,

I was tagged by college bestie, so here are five random/weird facts about me. I have done this before, but trust me, there are plenty to go around.

1. I developed a crush on pretty much every male professor I had in college, regardless of looks. Same for bosses. Complex much?

2. I write with my left hand, but I do everything else with my right. You know, like using scissors, the mouse, brushing my hair, playing guitar, playing sports. Wait, I generally avoid coming in contact with athletic equipment. But the few times I have, I poked it with my right finger.

The BHE is the same way. And this is why we are soul mates (that, and a shared juvenile sense of humor and tendency to imagine dogs talking like humans).

3. I was deathly afraid of loud noises as a child. So much so that the sound of my father’s sneeze would send me running for cover under the dining room table. Also, my parents took me to my cousin’s swim meet when I was 3, and what with the gunshots I pretty much thought the world was ending.

4. I hate U2, and nothing you can say will change my mind.

5. And lest you think I know nothing about music, I am a classically trained pianist. It’s not really about the music, it’s about the Bono.

The rules for this:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
5. Don’t break the chain!

Um, I don't have 5 people whose blogs I read AND who know who the hell I am (and even that's pushing it). So how's 4? 3 of them don't even know me for real...

Highschool bestie.
Muffy.
Broady.
Mel.

Please don’t feel obligated, darlings. But I know you’ve got some crazy up in there and I want to read about it!

Love,
Fluffy

Can you read my mind?

Dear Diary,

So we heard this song in the car this weekend, and I was like, “Wow. I really like this song. Really. This is a great song. Who is this?” The BHE said, “probably the Killers”, which is a running joke in our house because every song on the radio, despite what it sounds like, seems to end up being the Killers (who, as a somewhat arbitrary rule, we refuse to like). So sure enough, the DJ comes on and informs us that it was indeed the Killers.

It’s kind of like someone putting a plate of pasta in front of you, and you take a bite and you’re like, wow, this is really good. REALLY GOOD!!! Damn, where did this come from?

And they tell you it’s from the Olive Garden.

Love,
Fluffy

No Turkey for Me

Dear Diary,

I just went shopping with Mrs. M., to buy a nice outfit for Thanksgiving so that I can pretend like I'm not a slob for one day, and so that I also don't have to do laundry before then, etc. But I didn't buy anything, because I was TOO FAT FOR EVERYTHING I TRIED ON, including hats, bracelets, and handbags. So no more food for me, ever. Just red wine and cocktail snacks (olives, the occasional peanut, what have you) from now on.

Love,

Fluffy Fatty

Oh, come on.

Dear Diary,

Jeez, if you can't moon a train then THIS IS NOT AMERICA.

http://www.thebostonchannel.com/news/14602221/detail.html

Love,
Fluffy

What? Maybe my dogs get anxious.

This recent shopping list provides a glimpse into the mundane details of my life...

Love,

Fluffy

"Tramps like us"? Come on, Bruce.

Dear Diary,

This morning I was listening to The Boss. Not my boss; I don’t listen to her. But THE Boss. And don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan just like the next guy. But I have to wonder, was he ever really a “tramp” who was “born to run”? My sources tell me that there is really no extended period of trampdom in his past. If he was indeed singing to a tramp, she was certainly not a fellow tramp. What the song should say is, “Tramps like you, baby, you were born to run. Mind if I join you, and you can show me how to be a drifter/hobo so I can write songs about it and get famous? Thanks.”

Also, did you know that he wrote the song “Blinded By the Light”? You know the one. The chorus sounds like it says “wrapped up like a douche” and therefore is so much fun to sing along to? Did not know that.

So anyway, even though he was (and still, arguably, is) totally hot, I call shenanigans on the whole hobo thing.

Also, speaking of Clarence Clemons (which I wasn't, but his is the shoulder upon which Bruce is leaning on the cover of “Born to Run” -- thank you, Wikipedia) there is a totally hilarious Jackson Browne video you must watch. I mean seriously, what are they doing? And why is Daryll Hannah videotaping it?

Here. Enjoy.


Love,
Fluffy

Where I Was

Dear Diary,

See more here.

Love,

Hellenistic Fluffy