Reruns

I posted this back a year or so ago. I got it from somebody but I don't remember who. I thought it described me to a T, so I shamelessly stole it.


I loathe cooking, therefore any time I am forced to assemble a meal it will be done as loudly, profanely, and grudgingly as possible.
I equally hate cleaning. I will do everything in my power to guilt you into doing as much of it as I can.
I hate carrying anything heavier than my purse. If I have something in my hands, I will attempt trick you into carrying it for me.
I am not a good listener, although I might appear to be. Sure, I may be nodding and saying, "uhuh, mmm, and yeah", but really I am trying to think of a way to steer the conversation back to being about me.
I complain. A lot. Be particularly cautious of me if I am hungry, hot, or tired. God have mercy on your soul if I am all three.
I am not a moody person, except for certian times of the month. When I am, you'd be wise to steer clear. I can be lethal.
Some of my friends are cuter and thinner than I am. You are not allowed to notice this.
I change my mind all the time and for no good reason.
I believe in pouting to get my way. Temper tantrums have been known to be employed as well.
There will be occasions when you breathe too loud for my liking. Ditto on chewing.
I will hate your music. Especially if we are in the car together.
I detest being late. I will be ready and waiting to go at least 30 minutes before you are. So get off your arse and get ready NOW.
I am a shameless comments whore. If you visit my blog and don't leave a comment, I am liable to hunt you down and squeeze one out of you.

Anyone who knows me, knows that's a pretty good description of me. As Popeye would say, I yam what I yam.