Appendix

No, I didn't recently have appendicitis or have my appendix taken out, thank goodness. I'm referring to another definition for the word appendix: "supplementary material usually attached at the end of a piece of writing." But could I find a picture of a book-appendix? Nope. So you get a lovely picture of the anatomical appendix. :)

Alright. I did a tag kind of like this one a couple of weeks ago, and Em just tagged me with it, but I noticed that her tag had a few that my previous similar-tag didn't, so this post is an appendix to my previous tag:



I am: loving root beer and cream soda lately. It’s so bizarre.
I know: how to write a good essay.
I want: to buy Ben some more jeans. We bought him one pair last Saturday – hallelujah!
I have: little pimples on my arms. I learned somewhere that’s from eating too much bread? It would make sense, since I’m the Bread Queen. That’s what they call me.
I dislike: my neighbors.
I miss: my friends from college.
I feel: a little UTI-ish. I think I’m getting one, but I’m trying to “will” it back to where it came from. I really don’t feel like dealing with one of those right now.
I hear: the sound of heat coming from the wall-heater in my office.
I smell: like a man. I ran out of my deodorant and had to use Ben’s today. Ew.
I crave: sweets. “All de time,” as Sebastian on The Little Mermaid would say. Sadie’s on a Little Mermaid kick, so it's on the mind.
I cry: not nearly enough. I’m on anti-depressants, which dry up the tears. I don’t even remember the last time I cried. Um… oh, wait. I remember. When I finished the Twilight series. I was depressed that I was done reading. This is why I haven’t picked them back up again. I don’t think it’s healthy. :)
I don’t: like to run, but I still do it every day.
I forget: to remind Ben of important things. Like, right now, I’m wondering if he remembered to ask his boss for Friday off. Because I forgot to remind him. Which means there’s a 99% chance that Ben forgot to ask.