I want... a burger for lunch. I bet I'll go to Five Guys this afternoon.
I have... cold feet. I'm not reluctant or nervous about anything. My feet are literally cold.
I wish... the country wasn't so divided and hostile.
I hate... sitcom actress Patricia Heaton.
I fear... that my heels won't be smooth in time for sandal season. (I give this an embarrassing amount of thought.)
I hear... Meet the Press on NBC right now. I love Chuck Todd.
I search... for a reason to really get behind Hillary Clinton. I want to enthusiastically support her, but I'm not there yet.
I wonder... why some people are so angry all the time.
I regret... as little as possible. It's a wasted emotion.
I love... The Cubs.
I never... drink coffee.
I ache... when I think of the homeless dogs and cats. Please, everybody, adopt a shelter pet. Don't go to a breeder. Someone will always buy a healthy pet with a big price tag. But you'll save a life if you adopt from a shelter.
I always... watch Morning Joe on weekdays.
I usually... am late for work.
I am not... motivated to do housework.
I dance... badly.
I sing... worse.
I sometimes... wonder why I'm hooked on Farmville 2. What does it trigger in my brain?
I cry... very seldom.
I am not always... as sensitive as I might be.
I lose... umbrellas, ear muffs, sunglasses and mittens.
I am confused... by phenomenal Cub rookie Kris Bryant's contract. Like, maybe he can't play in the majors on Opening Day? Is there some kind of minor league indentured servitude thing going on? Why is this so complicated? Part of why I love baseball is that it's so gloriously easy to follow. Please don't confuse me with this shit.
I need... to shave my legs.
I should... get off my fat ass, get into the tub and shave aforementioned legs.