So what makes someone distinguishable, remarkable, memorable? If we were to meet at a party, how would you remember me?
How about this…
I seem to suffer from coulrophobia…fear of clowns. Can’t stand them, they give me the creeps.
I have a love for black licorice that borders on compulsive.
I still remember the name of my first kindergarten teacher and my first crush in third grade. Ask me and I’ll tell you about either one.
I love the movies my wife hates. Does this happen to anyone else?
I also dig Spam-fried, with eggs on the side. Yum.
I think the greatest thing Facebook ever did was reconnect me with my best friend from childhood. They can fold up shop and go home now.
I love mornings. I get that from my mom I think. I love the light of dawn. The clarity of thought. The newness. The promise of possibilities.