things you have been burning with desire to know about becky (but probably not. and you should get that burning checked out. that's not normal.)

you know how jd on scrubs laughs*? that's how i laugh. for reals. and not on purpose. unless i'm like really laughing hard and then i sometimes snort. classy.

*you don't? get. out!

now i've forgotten the other things. you're welcome. uummm, dot, dot, dot.

i could give 2 shits about what happened to the people in my high school and that would be one and a half more shits than i give currently.

if i wear a necklace, i wear it all the time. in the bath, to bed, swimming, every. where!

chuck gave me a ring that i wore everywhere and then i found out i was allergic to silver. boo!

i'm obsessed with whatever i currently want.

i'm allergic to figs. (among others... figs just really chaps my hide!)

i crack my neck, my fingers and my toes all the time.

i scare really easily. i jump and gasp at movies.

i don't really know where to call "home." i've lived in philadelphia, florence, san fransisco and texas. i hate texas. chuck says i'm "from" texas because i've been here so long. and then i stab him in the eye. even though i just said, "chaps my hide."

it bugs me when a human nurse thinks i don't know as much as they do. in fact? i probably know more. douche bag. ps animals? just like humans. except not douche bags.

i sometimes say, "i forgot" when i really didn't.

i like to wear headbands. a lot.

i hate my phone.

if i don't know the real story i usually make one up. in my head. mine's a lot more dramatic.

i always believe the best in people i know.

i get jealous really easily. it's a middle child thing. (but not in a boy kind of way)

um, so yeah. you thought you knew but you had no idea. the diary of becky. all that's because people gave me awards! because they didn't know the things i posted above. i mean, i'm an admitted phone hater. that's pretty dicey in our love-love-love society. and the awards come from..... (drum roll please...)

ohaitaylor
shopshopshoppin jen
vegetable assass
aaaaashley!
chrissy and possibly geran

finally, we come to chiefy. with this post i'm going to let go of my guilty, guilt regarding my mother (who shall remain nameless) who lost my prize that i won from the chief. the chief sent me an award and i, in an almost complete breakdown of beckian-canadian relations, let my mom lose it. "in a drawer." "in a drawer" is "in quotations" because that's where the alleged prize loser lost the alleged prize. she said, "i put it in this drawer... right here.... and now? ... it was in this drawer..." the drawer has been searched and interrogated. so far, we have no promising drawer related leads. we are toying with the idea of water boarding and or threatening other surrounding drawers in our quest for drawer justice. that fucking drawer has had it out for zucchini shaped packages ever since my mother probably thought i ordered a dildo. i mean.... what? in conclusion, don't send things to becky because her mother will, in a fit of rage, throw it away and blame poor innocent drawers. that woman is insane.