I just moved back to my townhouse after renting in various places for 6 years. In fact, I just calculated that I moved 5 or 6 times during that time so I'm busy re-discovering all sorts of books, calendars, photos, notes and what-not in boxes stored throughout the pad. Most recently I found a recipe for cooking perch from my mother and a theatre program called "Sin, Sex and the CIA" from a private compound production in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
I can hypnotize your fingers. No kiddin'
Occasionally I can catch a falling star and put it in my knapsack.…€ن
Or I can just read to you. Pick your book.
Well, OK, salt! Happy now?
I like to see the world in a grain of salt.
Extra points if your profile does not include these death-defying phrases: "love to laugh" (or worse, "luv 2 laff"), "Midwest values," "easy going," "no drama," "glass of fine wine" (like you won't touch anything without plum notes and a buttery almond finish), "can go from jeans to little black dress" (what is this, a photo shoot?)...and while we're on that subject, photos of you with your besties laffing it up.
I know this isn't about Friday night; I just decided to rebel a bit.
(And by the way, if you answered "Why would I answer something private?" or words to that effect, perhaps you could read the heading again: It doesn't say you need to reveal any deeply private thing; it says, what are you willing to admit. See how that works?
If you're not willing to play the game, why not just ignore this item?)
Oh, and I can breathe underwater. (But only the exhaling part so far.)