[This post is part of Wijvenweek]
Confession: I like big butts (book*) and I don’t know why. There. I said it. I know what you’re thinking: “How exotic.” I know right.
I am going to leave it at that for the moment being. On to the next topic.
Life in general
I hate change as much as I love it. Things usually start with “Why?! Come on!” and end with “Huh… That was not so bad actually. I like it!” It’s a good thing I hate boring and love me some good progress.
I love comedy. If I had the looks, I would have auditioned for a sitcom or comedy show in Canada or the U.S. a long time ago. I would so kill on one of those shows. At the top of my list stands ‘Correspondent for The Daily Show.’ It’s really not that hard for me to play a sarcastic SOB reporter. Plus, you get to (fake) travel.
I hate cooking. It’s not that I can’t cook. I just don’t want to. So I keep things simple. Pimpin’ might not be easy, but wokkin’ is. Making dinner for one seems so pointless at times. And putting extras in the freezer isn’t really an option, because I tend to forget about it. There’s still a bottle of wodka in my freezer from 3,5 years ago. Sure, it’s almost empty now, but still…
I’m uncomfortable dancing in public. I usually try to keep a low profile. I would hate to be that guy who thinks he’s got moves, but really looks like he’s having a seizure. Sometimes however, there is no escaping and the rhythm is going to get you (I bet you didn’t see that one coming). That being said, I got some sick moves yo!!!
I tend to suck at transitions. And endings. And at not writing these things like I’m having a conversation.
* It really is a hyperlink to a book and not that song. And no I don’t own a book on butts. I said I like’em, I’m not obsessed.