What do you consider to be your trashiest trait?
I had one of those nights last night where I was on the phone, one call after the other. My whole walk with Edsel, I was on the phone. He didn’t care. When I got home, I was on the phone. When I was in bed for the night, I was on the phone.
Finally my poor phone ran out of power. Also, say “phone” one more time.
Anyway, at some point, in one of my PHONE calls with one of my friends, we were discussing how we judge people based on their music. And this led to a little talk about what we found, well, trashy.
For me, it’s gotta be my food choices. That is the trashiest thing about me. I eat like I’m Britney Spears. Fast food, soda, bacon.
Also, Iris decided to murder a stink bug on my bed last night, before dawn, and as you can imagine that roused me from sleep, so I slept nonce after that and have the energy of Mariah Carey.
I don’t know why I’m mentioning so many washed-up singers today.
Anyway, so tell me. What’s the trashiest thing about you? (“I read this not blog, June!”)