Proof that nothing is certain and proof that nothing ever changes...
I get called opinionated (opinionated bitch, opinionated c*nt, and so on...) a lot, but I never understood why that might be a bad thing. I like people with opinions, even when they disagree with me. I know I'm not simpatico with someone if I quiz them ("chicken or fish?", "morning or night?", "amphibians or democrats?") and they shrug, hem, haw, and avoid weighing in. They are the least fun when you're in a bar playing "Who Would You Do?".
I think nine years old is a good barometer for judging how one's tastes have changed/not changed.
Things I liked when I was nine that I still like:
the smell of permanent markers
Hello Kitty erasers
chocolate chips from the freezer
things that are pink
Things I hated when I was nine but I like now:
fish on Fridays (or any day)
my sister Kristin
boys (I guess I have to put cooties on the list too then)
Things I hated when I was nine and still hate:
Want to make this a "nine to now" meme? Tag yourself, post your own "things I loved/hated/still love/like now" list on your blog, then leave me a comment.