#postsfromthemrs

postsfromthemrs, I have spent a solid chunk of time not writing my paper reading the exciting tales of Banana and his "friends." People may be confused by my laughter in the library. Also, I am not sure what would happen if I explained to them that I was LOLing because I was reading a story about Dahmer. They might not get it.

 I am curious if he has found his fin yet? Did he choose to be gluten free or is he allergic? Also, I think he is racist for not wanting to be inlcusive of the swedes. Will the party be in Austria because that is where I will be? I might cancel my trip, so I can celebrate his life. 

I never learned to ride a bike. My brother came over one day, told me it was time to graduate to no training wheels (w/o telling me beforehand) took the training wheels off and left. That didn’t go over well. So I just never learned.

I am a black belt in jujitsu

When I was in 1st grade, I wanted to be an basketball player when I grew up.

When I was 2 (or thereabouts—I was definitely still sleeping in a crib) I had a dream that Mister Rogers (dressed as a bellhop) bit my hand. It took me 7+ years to be able to sleep on my side again. This was because the sound of my heartbeat in my ear was (in the dream) the sound that Mister Rogers and his army of bellhops made as they were marching. So for that long after I was afraid that they would come back for me.