Points of evidence that I am not always good at being a girl

- My straightening iron has been broken for two weeks and I have yet to replace it. Instead I have been rocking the ponytail, or fooling myself into thinking that I can effectively pull off "tousled".

- I hate cleaning. If ever you are in my apartment, I beg you to not look closely at the floors or table tops. Chances are, it has been weeks since I have dusted and/or vacuumed.

- Sometimes when a boy says "I want to call you later tonight" I get annoyed, because I had been planning on reading at the aforementioned time.

- I'm obsessed with other women's boobs.

- There are certain people with whom I always start phone conversations by saying "Yo" or "What's up" in a slow, deep voice.

- To me, a meal is not whole without some kind of meat.

- Oftentimes when I dance, I find myself making a Y formation with my fingers, hand held high in the air, head bobbing up and down in time with the music.

- I am not always good at communicating/expressing my feelings.

- I still laugh at Beavis and Butthead.