On the Sixteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
I'm a two drink and a hangover kinda gal.
To try and sidestep a hangover I toddle up Fifth Avenue until I'm more sober.
When I throw away a picture I feel like I'm killing the person.
I have always and will always fit better into costumes built for other people than those built for my own body.
I have so many moles on my back it looks like the solar system. (Gee, look. O'Ryan's belt.)
I worked for the Skin Cancer Foundation when I moved to NY.
I no longer tan.
I have very few wrinkles.
Yet that is not a scar on my nose. That is a worry line.
I have had a worry line across the top of my nose since I was 5.
I worried a lot as a kid.
I got picked up by heavy winds during a rainstorm as a kid and blown into some bushes.
I don't like the rain.
I think people who walk around NY with golf umbrellas should be spanked.
I think if you are so big that you need a golf umbrella to stay dry, perhaps you should rethink your eating and exercise habits.
My doctors have forbidden me from gaining weight.