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1. I wanted to elope when I was 19 to some small town and work as a cashier, give up college and never talk to anyone I knew again. Thankfully that didn't happen. So I tried to elope once, was engaged twice, was married once and now I'm getting a divorce.

2. Cheese freaks me out, largely because of textural issues. I only eat it in small quantities unless it is queso. It hurts my stomach. Many of my friends consider me a freak of unholy origin because I don't eat much cheese.

3. My first cat was an orange tabby named Tango, after Fleetwood Mac's Tango in the Night. I wore out two casette tapes listening to that album, and my last CD copy was stolen. I really want it back. A) I love Fleetwood Mac, and B) that album has soundtracked every roadtrip of my childhood.

4. On the table in my bedroom, there is a polished walnut wand, three tiaras, three wooden boxes decorated in green, silver, black and the 18th century full of perfumes, a crystal ashtray from Prague, a carved wooden owl, a black cermaic box shaped like a star, the green stones that belong to Meier, and all my earings in a careless jumble.

5. I haven't dyed my hair in nearly a year. For the previous four, it was almost constantly dyed black after this crazy Halloween. When I was a teenager, I dyed it red a couple times. It's never been anything more exciting.

6. In my bathroom, there is literally a couple hundred dollars worth of soaps, lotions, scrubs, bath bombs, bubble bath, etc. I have always been like this and I couldn't really give you any good reason other than I like to take baths, I like to smell good, and the bathroom is the only place where I'm alone, away from everyone.

7. People who are pretentious about how they drink their coffee should be ridiculed as often as possible. It's how you like it and what works best with the particular coffee you are drinking right at the moment. The coffee I'm drinking right now only needs a bit of cream. The coffee my mother serves is best usually black. The coffee I get at the shop I like the most needs both cream and sugar. It doesn't flipping matter and if you get on a high horse about it, I will point and laugh because this pointless thing is a pet peeve of mine.

8. I've spent approximately ten days looking for a paperback book that was right in plain sight. Yeah, yeah, I found it. It was on my table.

9. Still in my closet are the first pair of Doc Martens I ever owned, black 14 hole boots. I love the hell out of those boots. Back in high school it took me approximately two minutes thirty seconds to get them on and laced up. Most of the time I wore jeans because I was convinced I was fat, so I don't know why I needed the higher boots. They went to France with me and they are still in good shape. They just need to be re-soled because they are getting thin.

10. I have a grasping, hungry streak that mortifies me. I covet, much more than any reasonable person should. I am obsessed with shiny objects. Yes, I really do want a pony though I would promptly give it to my mother as she rides better and deserves it more.

ice hell

I left work at 6:30pm, worrying about the freezing rain and ice. I spent nearly two hours trying to get home. for at least an hour of that, I was stuck, not moving, on 183 looking at the Ohlen exit sign. Apparently there was a massive accident involving a semi that shut down both north and southbound traffic. My car was running for a solid two hours and had a quarter inch of ice crusted on the hood. I only skidded badly once, crossing to 360 southbound. I had to throw ont he parking brake and kill the engine to avoid smacking into a truck.

At one point while I waited, I got out of my car to smoke. The rain froze on my glasses. I shared my last cigarette with another stranded motorist. Law enforcement was slowly directing people to drive down the access road the wrong way to get off the freeway. We cheered when it was our turn. On the way home I saw police closing ramps, and out on foot helping people try to get off the overpasses where they were stranded. I saw at least four accidents.

My father's foreman was in a horrible accident on 290 earlier this morning. A guy on the opposite side of the road lost control and careened across into oncoming traffic. He struck Frank dead on, and died in the crash. Frank has head and neck injuries, two broken arms, a broken leg and multiple internal injuries. It took rescue workers an hour to cut Frank out of his car. My father spent the day at the hospital. At one point Frank's blood presure dropped to 20 due to massive blood loss. He survived surgery. My father would be grateful for your thoughts and prayers for Frank tonight. He's taking this very hard, as Frank left the office to visit a job site only minutes before the accident.

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Wreck on 290, kills one, critically injures another

That's Frank's car there.