dianeisms
Jack Kerouac’s On The Road is my favorite book. If you read it and don't get it, you'll never understand me.
My mouth can hold exactly 3.25 Peeps. Do not ask me how I know this.
I love poetry and am fascinated by words.
If I had my choice, I’d teach creative writing to college students.
I’m an incurable insomniac.
I enjoy intelligent discussions on almost any topic. At times, I enjoy stupid conversations even more.
I like to think I’m eternally patient with children and the elderly. My family would probably disagree.
I don’t have a middle name.
I think Caro Mio Ben is the total of all that's grand and wonderful about music, distilled down into three minutes of sheer perfection.
I’m completely mesmerized by precision craftsmanship. I can stare at the clockwork of a Breguet or Audemars Piguet for hours.
I get teary every time I hear Nessum Dorma. Every. Time.
I’m a list maker. I have lists everywhere and for everything. (This list, for instance? Yeah, it was on a list.)
I’m a gadget freak.
The most attractive aspect of a person to me is their level of compassion.
Give me a good book and you won’t see me for hours.
I’ve been told that my best attribute is my commitment to Jesus.
The best compliment I ever received was, “In every single way, you’ve made my life better.”
I think a lot of truth is said in jest.
I don’t like it when people tell me what to do.
I don’t understand how there can be such a thing as a galactic constant.
I love being in a crowd. The more people the better. I attribute this to having grown up in a large family.
I look at people too much. Someone charitably described this as looking at people like an artist — except when I watch them, I’m not thinking about how I could draw them, I’m describing them. Usually. Sometimes I’m simply enjoying the sight of them.
If I see an Elvis or Godzilla movie on television, I have to watch it. Have to.
I can’t sing. At all. It doesn’t stop me.
Winter is my favorite season.
Pancakes are my favorite breakfast food, followed closely by Capt’n Crunch cereal.
I always keep a small amount of bubble wrap on my desk where I write. I pop a row or two whenever I'm in deep thought.
I believe in miracles.