Day 5: M.S.S.E.H

I love massages. I love to sing. I love to sleep. I love to eat. I love House.

In no specific order.

Massages: 

Give me ONE bad thing about them. Oh what's that? You can't? Oh yeah, sorry... I forgot to tell you that a bad thing about a massage is not something that humans have yet discovered. Whoops.

Singing: 

That shee is the best. I love singing with Madelyn, and I simply love singing Taylor Swift. Why? Because all of her songs have pretty harmonies written all over it (literally) and I have a weird geeky joy that arises in me when I find songs like that. Mmm.

Sleeping:

 Now that is a godsend. I love it. More than anything ever. Ya know what I hate? Waking up. Ooooh, I can't even think about (let alone describe) my fury when I have to wake up. Awful.

Eating: 

Subway, eat fresh. Nuff' said.

House:

Just can't not watch it. Juknowwhatimean?

To conclude, when I grow up, and my metabolism slows, I am going to be the girl who asks everyone she knows for a quick back massage, sings Taylor Swift loudly and obnoxiously in public settings, sleeps all day rather than having a job, and eats her weight in Subway sandwiches while watching House until she dies. But not from anything medical! Because i'll see far too many episodes of House to not know how to deal with that.

In the words of my dear Switchfoot, "This has gotta be the good life."