Tagged for a meme by Shelley

Alright, let's see if I'm interesting or not. My money's on not. I'm going with the first answers that pop into my head.

(a few minutes pass)

Okay, that "first thing that pops into my head" idea wasn't working because almost all of my answers involved eating. Here is the meme, with answers I thought about.

I am 5'7.
I want every day to be perfect.
I wish that my life had some greater meaning.
I love Britney Spears.
I miss being young, single, thin, and feeling like the world was a magical place.
I fear being embarrassed.
I hear the humming of the laptop and the ceiling fan rattling a little.
I wonder if Jerry and Sara went to karaoke together tonight.
I regret very little.
I am not sure if I will ever be completely pleased with the way I look.
I dance but not as much as I used to, when I was young and at the dance clubs in the shortest skirts imaginable four or five nights a week from 11-ish until close at 2.
I sing but I wish I sang on stage for thousands with my really cool band.
I cry sometimes.
I am not young anymore and I can't figure out why. Why? And when did this happen?
I make it sound like I'm really depressed, but I'm not.
I write some pages of my novel every now and then. I'm up to 136.
I confuse myself because I want to do everything and be everywhere but I'm too lazy and too tired for all that jazz.
I need to brush my teeth.
I should go ahead and brush my teeth so that I will not eat a snack in bed while watching the news.
I start ovulating soon. Yeah, after tracking fertility for a while, you just get to where you know these things.
I finish reading US Weekly cover-to-cover within 36 hours of its arrival at the house.