Finders, Keepers

Okay, so I stole it. Here goes:

Maybe I should exercise.
I love queso.
People would say that I’m a mooch.
I don’t understand why I hate to exercise.
When I wake up in the morning I groan.
I lost my wallet in the 10th grade, and I’ve never gotten over it.
Life is full of confusion.
My past is full of impetuous, bad choices.
I get annoyed when people shove objects in my face.
Parties are fun if the right people are there.
I wish I had more square feet.
Dogs are shedders.
Cats are the awesomest bit of awesome in all the awesome land.
Tomorrow I'm catching up on laundry and housework.
I have low tolerance for whining, or repetitious sounds.
I’m totally terrified of losing a loved one, or dying myself.
I wonder why I'm so tired all the time (pregnancy not withstanding)
Never in my life have I eaten a worm.
High school was a time I didn’t live up to my potential - except in drama. I rocked in drama.
When I’m nervous I talk fast, and ramble.
One time at a family gathering my uncle insulted my sister, and my brother got in a fistfight to defend her honor.
Take my advice: Don’t take my advice.
Making my bed is the first step to me having an okay day. When I do it.
I'm almost always wanting a Coke.
I’m addicted to freakin’ food!
I want someone to tell me what’s up.

Gee, pessimist much, Kelli?