I just am a snob when it comes to humor.
I don't like to go out in general.
I don't use a lint brush or anything, and I don't iron, but I could easily pick lint off of someone else.
I'm not going to deny it. I'm a neat person, there's no question. But I don't become obsessed with it.
It's so easy to grow apart; marriage takes work.
I feel weird if I can't move my face, and that one time I overdid it, I felt trapped in my own skin.