It's true. I am. *bites knuckle* (Apparently I'm also melodramatic.)
Sorry, but I can't help it. I was born with a
If you have a secret, I want to know it.
If you leave your journal lying around unlocked, I'll assume you meant to share it with me. (Hmm. I may even assume you meant to share it with me if the lock is too easy to pick.)
If you leave your blinds open, odds are I'll peek in. (From the sidewalk, as I walk past your house on an evening stroll. Come on -- I may be nosy but I'm not a total perv.)
In fact, houses/apartments are some of the things I'm the most curious about. I love seeing how and where people live. It's probably why the TV show House Hunters is one of my favorites, even though TG assures me it's actually quite boring.
But I don't care if it's boring. I get to see inside all those lovely, weird, tacky, gorgeous, mediocre, wonderful homes! That's the important thing.
The ones that still have furniture in them are the best. Antiques are nice, but big & ugly is more fun. And, oooh, when they open the closets -- Snoop Heaven!
I've done it now, haven't I? You're afraid to ever have me over, aren't you?
Look, it's not like I go rummaging through my friends' houses. Honest. Heck, I don't even check the medicine cabinet when I use their restrooms, because, seriously,
So, how about you? Are you nosy, too? Or
And if you really wanna make my day, tell me a secret. ;-)
P.S. Isn't that the most AWESOME camel pic ever?