I eat a whole box of Milk Duds. Paula Findlay thinks that means bad milk.
I complain about a long walk to the store. Paula Findlay gets tired after a 12 hour bike race.
I hurt my finger. Paula Findlay ‘manages’ a labral tear on her hip for a year.
I have a collection of rocks. Paula Findlay has a collection of ribbons, trophies, and world championship medals.
I veg on the couch, staring in the direction of the TV, in my underwear. Paula Findlay competes in the Olympics.
I apologize for eating the last of the Skittles. Paula Findlay apologizes for coming last in her event at the Olympics.
Sadder than I've ever been. Thanks for the love. Life goes on.—
Paula Findlay (@PaulaFindlay) August 04, 2012