if you really knew me ...

I've been seeing this all over my blog roll for about two weeks now. It's an awesome idea. I'm a bangwagoner, and yes, I'm okay with it.

If you really knew me, you would know that I always have to have the last word in a text conversation. Even if it's just "okay" or "yes." I'm aware that it's insane and annoying.

You would know that I have a very love / hate relationship with my butt.

A loves it, I hate it.

If you really knew me, you would understand that my anal-retentive grammar fixing isn’t personal. It’s just a thing.

You would laugh at the $200 shopping sprees I have on F21’s website. But I’ve never actually bought anything.

You would know that A and I have our own language, and a song we made up about the penguin pillow pet he bought me for Christmas.

"It's Puddle! Cute and fluffy, it's Puddle!"

composers, we are not.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am terrified of public speaking, to the point that I get nauseas and stutter. Also that I can spell nauseas without thinking twice.

If you really knew me, you would know that my temper gets the best of me too often. And that when I stop speaking and start lacing up my sneakers, you probably shouldn’t talk to me for at least an hour.

You would know that I tend to leave dirty clothes on the floor for at least a week, that I hate touching wet food, and that I can never keep still long enough to let my nails fully dry.

You would know that I want desperately to succeed, but at what I’m not yet sure.

You would know that although I don't really talk about him much, A is my world and I'm his, and we're planning on keeping it that way.

And you would know that I'm nowhere near this open in real life.