The idea is to fill in everything after the bold part.

I am a college grad. Whee!
I arrange my CDs in alphabetical order.
I can read a book in one day.
I can’t seem to finish Mists of Avalon, however.
I collect a whole bunch of shit that I really shouldn’t.
I continue to be a smart-ass.
I could probably get over my fear of driving if I really, really, tried.
I count myself lucky.
I don’t like how weak the dollar is.
I doubt I’ll ever want to leave America.
I dream often and don’t usually remember or care to.
I drink lots and lots of milk.
I fear bugs of all kinds.
I feel frustrated.
I grok someone. Not telling!
I hate Hanson haters. That’s so 1998.
I have little patience for Americans bashing America anymore. Seriously, if you hate it that much, fucking leave. If you find reasons to stay, clearly you don’t hate it that much, huh? /rant
I haven’t played my PS2 in months. It’s so dusty.
I hear there are people born and bred in the West who prefer crystals, powders, etc, to actual doctors with degrees. What?! Seriously?! Leave the New Age shit for spiritual growth, not things professionals should be dealing with. Have a broken leg? See a doctor. Have a broken mind/family/insert issue here? See a psychiatrist.
I hide my dolls from sunlight.
I like purple.
I listen to lots of music over a lot of genres.
I long for a blond sex slave.
I love when a web design comes together.
I might be an arrogant snobby bitch. And not care.
I misuse grammar in general.
I need a job that won’t kill me.
I plan to get another degree. Someday.
I prefer soul food to Mexican. Unfortunately, I live in Arizona.
I see less than I used to. Stupid glasses.
I should cut back on lots of things.
I sleep for five hours straight and then wake up, only to fall back to sleep pissed at waking up so damn early.
I smell like laundry detergent.
I take no vitamins and that ain’t changing any time soon.
I taste nothing at all.
I think I’ve changed my mind on housewives; there’s nothing wrong with staying at home.
I use two strips of Extra gum instead of one.
I want to be a mom.
I watch more Law and Order than is holy.
I will rub my newer episodes of SVU in Jan’s face.
I wish my friend Cheyenne lived in AZ again.
I would write far more vile things if I didn’t dislike fighting.
I write for me, not others.