THINGS I HAVE SEMI-DEFINITIVELY DISCOVERED/CONFIRMED ABOUT MYSELF IN THE LAST 48-60 MONTHS
(or, what i did on vacation last summer)

i can only write when i am completely alone (not as in single, just alone in a room or preferably alone in the building)

if i'm experiencing writer's block the *only* thing that will inspire me to keep on is a movie (it can be any movie- even a teeny-bopper one)

i really really really want a house. don't care who/what is inside it.

i really really really want to have an herb garden. see above.

any consumption of red wine = headache

i cannot do other work while i am listening to music. listening to music takes my full, undivided attention even if i don't will it to. unless i am dancing, music distracts me from all other activity (though i guess dancing is more intuitive than cerebral)

having good girlfriends is so fucking key.

my love for martini's exists only because the drink reminds me of what my parents were like when i was 3.

despite what the "grown-up rules" seem to be, i hate living alone. hate it. hate it. i love living with people. i don't want my own place. i want space, shared.

(note: cringe alert) if i don't go #2 before 10 am i have a headache all day.

i'm not afraid of illegal drugs anymore.

i'm not afraid of mass anymore.

i've figured out how to remain casual friends with key exes.

i seek out relationships with peeple who i can trust to always call me out on my bullshit.