Seven things.
Okay, I’ve been saving this for a day when I was too brain-dead to write anything substantive, and today definitely fits that bill. You don’t want to know how late I was up last night working, but the timestamps on the cracked-out commentfest to yesterday’s post should give you an idea. A while ago Sandra over at Globally Green Living tagged me with a meme (aren’t we just the little scions of journalistic integrity?), something about posting seven fascinating things you may or may not know about me.
Er. I’m not good at being fascinating, but here’s me being a good little memesheep and posting seven things anyway.
1. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a neurologist. No, seriously. I was fascinated by the human brain, loved the term medulla oblongata, and thought I’d spend the rest of my life researching synaptic behavior. That was before I got sidetracked by a passion for jet propulsion and weeks spent studying breakdowns of jet engine parts and the progression of jet engine technology over decades. What? I was a dorky kid.
2. It’s not unlikely to find me talking to myself like a crazy street corner prophet while in the grocery store, walking down the street, or even cleaning the kitchen. This includes heated back-and-forth conversations muttered under my breath. It’s not as crazy as it sounds, and it generally only happens when I’m in the middle of working on a story. I often work out dialogue as I’m doing other things away from the computer, and I tend to mutter the speech of the various characters in a conversation to myself while working out natural-sounding dialogue…complete with mimicking their accents. (Sihaya, stop imagining me doing Sujit’s voice.)
3. I refuse to eat anything that comes from a pig. …except bacon and pepperoni. No idea why; I just hate pork and all pork-related products. ~shudders~ Ham makes me gag.
4. I can curse in fourteen different languages. Don’t ask for a demonstration. Cyrillic characters don’t carry over well in browsers anyway, and you can be damned sure I’d pick Russian; the curses are always strange, creative, and the language just sounds so deliciously vulgar. (Although Greek isn’t much better; the weird things they come up with as insults…)
5. Even though I’m almost 28 years old, I cannot sleep at night if I watch a scary movie just before bed. Which is disgusting, considering that in my cynicism I don’t believe in ghost, monsters, spooks, and various other things supernatural. It doesn’t change that I have a hyperactive imagination and just the right sort of battiness, peculiar to writers, that enables me to convince myself that yes, that lump under the covers really is the creepy chick from The Grudge rather than just my cat. Or my feet. I know, I need to grow the hell up and stop pulling the “I’m a speshul writerly snowflake with a speshul imagination!” card. Laurell K. Hamilton, I am not. (Gods, I hope I don’t write that badly.)
6. Despite the vituperative way that I express myself, my overall jaded nature, and a heaping ton of bitterness, I’m actually a much happier person than most people think. I may have certain stark beliefs and a rather coldly pragmatic outlook on life, and have no qualms about deadpanning a scathing retort to someone’s overly-chirpy syrupyness…but on a day-to-day basis, I’m generally cheerful, silly, playful, prone to laughing easily and smiling often. I still don’t talk much out loud if I can get away with it (shut up Hikaru, I know we’re over 9,000 minutes), but even when worked to the bone I’m too busy slogging towards the finish to let myself be unhappy. I’m still a grouch, but I’m a happy grouch. Hush. It works, somehow.
7. And, just to be a little vulgar…I am terrified of black men’s cocks. No, it’s not the purported size; nor is it a race thing. It had better not be; I’m part African-American (wholly, if you listen to the state of Louisiana and the idiotic Napoleonic code), and there are plenty of black men that I find unbearably attractive (Will Smith, Taye Diggs, one of my ex-boyfriends, this boy Jason Thomas that I had a completely lovelorn crush on in high school, Usher as long as he’s dancing and not trying to act)…as long as they keep their jockeys on. It’s the color. The penis is not a particularly attractively-hued thing no matter the ethnicity/skin tone of the male mammalian sporting it; I’m not even pretending that mine is the prettiest thing out there. But that dark, purple-brown, muddied slickness of African-American cock just frightens me silly, and I refuse to touch it unless the lights are out or my eyes are closed.
That’s it. I’m supposed to tag seven more people (half of whom have probably done this already), so I tag…um…
Lyndsey at Lez Keep It Real
Lessa at Big Brother Craze
Barbara at Knitting Passion
April at Life as a Christian Woman
Jason at Anime Fans Online
And…um…um…oh, to hell with it. I’m tagging all of you. Post your seven things in the comments, tagging optional (who are you going to tag around here, anyway?). I’m going to take a nap, then get back to work.
Screw your tags right in the bloody EAR.
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February 13th, 2008 at 12:32 pm
Now they’re going to think we’re batty for talking that much in under a month…
February 13th, 2008 at 12:33 pm
1. I don’t plan on having kids because I don’t want to pass on all the hereditary crap that’s in my DNA. Autism, ADHD, Tourette’s… I know all about it. I have been living write in the middle of all that for 21 years. Once I move out I really don’t need more of that for the remainder of my days. I don’t want the kind of problems my mom has to live with every day. I don’t want kids that are remotely like my brothers or father. It may be selfish, but it’s the way it is.
2. I can’t say no. I will do everything in my power for those who ask it of me, regardles of myself. This is not good but I can’t shake the habit. I’ve watched my parents do it all their lives and I’ve been raised into the pattern, I guess.
3. I have a thing for dreadlocks and tattoos. Don’t know why, but they turn me on. Piercings, not so much, depends on where they are. This statement is only true if the person can pull it all off, of course. Older people with wrinckly tattoos are ew.
4. I live and breathe for role playing. I consider it my greatest blessing that I can role play every week with the most wonderful people that I have ever met, and that my boyfriend, who is a member of that group, understands just how important the chance to escape real life is for me.
5. My supposed best friend dropped me when we went on to higher education, despite her promising for our whole senior year that she would never abandon me.
6. I am a hopeless romantic. To me it absolutely doesn’t matter if that couple that’s holding hands over there is boy/girl, boy/boy, girl/girl, WHATEVER. They just look so sweet and in love and heeee, they kissed!
7. I vote for 30 hour days. Provided that the six extra hours not go to work/school, of course.
This was kinda fun ^_^
And I was imagining that, actually xD Though I was thinking about Shinji first =P
February 13th, 2008 at 12:50 pm
I am also currently dying on less than 4 hours sleep on a sofa (which was nothing to do with work or anything constructive and more to do with being hyper and watching films til 6 in the morning), but here goes:
1. I have been listening to KMFDM for the last hour.
2. I’m ridiculously emotional about books and films etc and cry at the drop of a hat.
3. I want to move out into my own place mostly just because I want to paint all over the walls.
4. When I meet people who are more stupid than me, I cannot prevent myself confusing them with long words.
5. I name my electrical appliances.
6. I don’t like people who try and read thigs over my shoulders.
7. I like train stations. And airports. But not shopping malls.
And I’m sure everyone feels better for knowing all that now.
February 13th, 2008 at 1:10 pm
Adri you made me laugh my ass off although I will not be showing my black husband your comments. ha.
February 13th, 2008 at 1:34 pm
On (2) I do that all the time… My friends have gotten used to it, but I will get weird comments, especially if people listen to what I am saying. Character dialog from science fiction and fantasy just sounds strange to people if they don’t have any idea what I am doing.
So, Here goes…
1. I can’t visualize things at all, so when I do physics HW, I end up waving my arms around like a maniac to reproduce the same physical intuition that other people can do by just visualizing it…
2. I started having to wear tinted lenses recently because my eyes are dying… I’m going to go blind in my left eye by the time I am 28, and my right eye will probably hold out till I am about 45-50.
3. I am a total poetry geek. I should never ever be given a new volume of poetry right before finals week again (this happened my sophomore year in high school, I literally only put the volume down to eat, sleep and take my tests, it’s a damned good thing that I didn’t need to do any more studying by that point).
4. I have arthritis is all of my joints but my right elbow and my neck… Being accident prone and an athlete will do that… They are all injury induced problems. Yet I have managed never to break a bone.
5. I don’t notice the difference if someone talks to me in French or in English, but I will usually automatically respond in the language that they addressed me in.
6. I am majoring in theoretical math and minoring in literature, because I am just crazy like that.
7. I swear to do things on my honour. Regularly… It makes some of my friends laugh that I am so tied up in the concept of honour.
Adri S.
February 13th, 2008 at 4:28 pm
I can’t resist. Here goes:
1. I stay at my lousy job because it pays well and has good benefits, even though I hate it. I keep saying I’m going to find something else, and for some reason I’m still here.
2. I’m a lesbian and I write gay male erotica. I sell it and it seems to sell well. It’s my other career, and I do a lot of writing at work, since my job is terribly boring.
3. I’m terrified of relationships, because almost all of my close relationships have been abusive and manipulative starting with my parents.
4. I really want to tatoo or pierce something, but I can’t find the courage to do it.
5. I’d rather spend time with my dog than most of the people I meet. I think it’s the area I live in. Ultra conservative with a healthy dose of evangelical Christians around.
6. My mother destroyed my credit so I could never leave her. I still managed it.
7. I love to flirt. I just wish that people would stop thinking I want a relationship just because I flirt with them.
February 13th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
Sorry for not commenting in so long! School, the play, state tests, etc. all fell on me like..like…stuff!! >.< FYI, my birthday was Jan. 23rd and I am now 17 years old!!
The play went fantastically! We’re working on a new production called Stages which will be awshum! :3
1. I find myself moody and ‘emo’ rather quickly no matter what situation I am in. Any song that speaks of trying to protect, receive, or get over some sort of love makes me go from level 10 happiness to a good level 2..not a good place to be.
2. I cannot remember certain things I did the day before. Unless they are ultimately important like dates where there are tests, but I cannot remember what the tests are on…doesn’t help my average in one of my classes.
3. I do not focus in class if it is a class I hate. Math has always been a problem for me, while everything else which includes almost all reading except for Physics which is just too damn interesting to not get into even if there is a lot of math in it too.
4. I want to adopt any animal I see. Even if it already has an owner. Stray dogs, dogs that are already in the midst of mating or disemboweling a cat. They are just too cute, especially cats who just seem affectionate but aren’t really, except for kittens until they realize they’re better than me.
5. I get attached easily, but try not to get TOO attached because then the person I am now friends with might be another pedophile trying to get into my pants.
6. I have this wierd ability to have girls fall in love with me. Certain young women, and older women seem to think they’re in love after talking to me for about a week and it is rather disconcerting but I am not cruel to them when telling them that I dont reciprocate their feelings. They understand but dont stop trying to get me to let them into my hearts until they’re the center of my world.
7. I am a writer but I barely finish a story and go about 5 pages before getting stuck and my character friends dont talk to me no mo’. My poetry is expansive and I’ve been writing for a good 6 years now. Not professionally, just writing bits and pieces.
Bonus: Poetry is only inspired by depressing things such as being dumped, fights with my mother, drama with my father, failing classes, etc.
I’m your typical teenager I guess
February 13th, 2008 at 9:56 pm
3 - “except bacon and pepperoni..?” You LOSE. No kosher points for you. That’s like saying “I refuse to eat anything made from cocao beans except chocolate”.
5 - You’d sleep better if you DID believe in ghosts, spooks, and the supernatural. For the same reason magic works best on people who don’t believe in magic. If you believe in it, you know how to handle it. If you don’t, you are a helpless pawn of uncontrollable human instincts.
February 13th, 2008 at 10:06 pm
Ooooh Random Memes make my life complete!
1. Being trilingual often makes me mix and match sentences, especially when English, Spanish and French are spoken in the same room.
2. A random food combination (of doom) that I enjoy is definitely peanut butter and nutella sandwiches (recent obsession= amazing!)
3. I am terrible at Japanese grammar but somehow tend to excel at katakana, hiragana and Kanji (especially oral exams…free to interpretation *giggles*)
4. When I’m frightened, or angry I swear in Spanish, which seems to amuse the hell out of my little clique of friends.
5. I can’t understand why people cannot love meat and vegetables equally!! (except Lima beans…they are the bane of my existence…along with animal prints *shudder*)
6. I love drawing my comic “Boredom Corner” never to see the light of professional publishing for fear that it might scare people and that it would take the fun out of drawing them
7. I am uber psycho 100% ticklish which is my kryptonite, I’m sure it’ll be the death of me one day.
This was a lot of fun!! Your 7th one made me cackle out loud, causing my mom to look at me strangely.
Peace, love and chocolate chip cookie dough!
February 13th, 2008 at 10:23 pm
Hikaru: Not even a month. Want to bet we’ll break 10,000 by the weekend?
Sihaya: Mmm, dreadlocks and tattoos…can’t argue there. Oh, and Shinji? ~laughs~ So should I give the speech telling Ryougi why he’s such a loser on the next webcast?
Shirvona: I like train stations, too. And long rides on the Greyhound bus.
Sandra: ~dies~ Oh god, yeah, please don’t. I doubt he’d be amused. My last African-American boyfriend was…er…less than pleased by my aversion. ~felt like such a dick for making him feel unattractive~
Cole: ~raises a brow~ ….yyyyyeah. And who let you out of your straitjacket?
Lala: I had to quit my other comic for the same reasons. And sometimes No Style does feel like an obligation, one I’m paid to fulfill - but it’s not something 451 makes me do, so I get over that quickly.
Also, tickling was invented by the devil.
February 13th, 2008 at 10:37 pm
*laughs* Some days its just not worth gnawing through the leather straps…
Magic aside, it’s just psychology… doing something to combat ghosts/spooks/curses lets your mind stop fixating on it, and move on to other things.
…. or maybe you just need a better teddy bear? *ducks*
February 13th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
I honestly have no fear of scary things. I’m only afraid of perpetual darkness/silence. When I’m home alone I leave all the lights on and the tv, even when I’m sleeping cause the silence just…freaks me out >.<
I was never comforted during the night as a child…Accounts to having unnatural, irrational fears.
February 13th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Cole: You might want to keep the lectures on magic to a minimum with Adri…he’s from the heart of voodoo country, and will tell you outright how even the most ardent practitioners know it doesn’t work on people who don’t believe. And as for the teddy bear…he’ll have a better one in July, or if I grow 1100-mile-long arms in the meantime. xD
And since I forgot the list:
1. I despise onions and mayonnaise. Adri will laugh, because I’m so white, but mayo is gross and I hate it. However, I love both in tuna, egg, and chicken salad. Seafood salad, too, but no onions there.
2. My parents can’t seem to go more than three days without calling me to ask even the dumbest, contrived question. Co-dependent, much?
3. While I’m a hard-nosed and pragmatic, I still get teary-eyed and weak-kneed at a beautiful sunset or I’ll sometimes get scared of severe thunderstorms, despite loving the sight of the rain cascading down my windows.
4. Chocolate is my weakness, but then…Adri knows this already.
5. I still keep my most cherished childhood toy handy in my apartment, if stored out of sight.
6. Sometimes I contemplate selling all my worldly possessions and moving to a beach on Tahiti.
7. Geeks are hot. Really hot. They get me hard.
Oh, and Adri…weren’t we going to try for 20,000 minutes this month? What happened!?!?!?
February 14th, 2008 at 12:41 am
1. When I’m having a major fight to with my boyfriend, and it gets to the stage where he mopes and I’m tired of yelling at him, I pretend he’s not there and get online.. Which exactly what I’m doing right now.
2. I love my parents to death. They’re the best parents I could have been born to, as far as I could fathom… but I’m still ashamed to cry in front of them, or seem dependent or weak.
3. I say proverbs and sayings in Ukrainian, because it amuses me to no end when I have to translate them for my American friends. It also took me a nice long while of memorizing to learn them.
4. I don’t believe in true love. And I’m not just saying that because I just had a fight with my boyfriend, either. That’s also the biggest problem in our relationship: he thinks we have the rest of our lives together, and I keep hoping we won’t.
5. Sexually, my biggest weakness is African American women. Asian are a second, but that dark complexion is too much for me to handle. Though African American men I have no interest in.
6. My most serious crush was on a boy who was transgendered… Because he was transgendered.
7. I love math. A lot of times I pretend not to in order to avoid long math-related talks with my parents, who were both math majors, but solving equations makes me happy inside.
Those are my seven things, I suppose… That was surprisingly easier than I expected.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:47 am
Hikaru: *rolls eyes* it was supposed to be a lecture on psychology, not magic. And doesn’t it stand to reason that irrational solutions could cure irrational fears?
This is my third post on this topic, so I guess I’d better do the list thing (speaking of irrational
1. When I was in high school, I wanted to be a genetic engineer. I can’t remember why, except that playing with the fundamentals of life must have appealed to me. In college I majored in physics, and thought about being a rocket scientist. I abandoned that plan because it turned out to be boring. Now I do environmental work.
2. Whenever I fold laundry, I listen to German rock.
3. I don’t like chocolate. I have only met two other people in my life with that same taste-bud mutation.
4. Being educated and reading the news has convinced me there is a fair chance we are all doomed. I have made peace with that. I hate stressing about things.
5. Often, I will say things that are true, and people think I am joking. Sometimes I make a joke, and people think I am serious. I rarely correct anyone in these cases.
6. I am part cat.
7. I am incredibly cynical and occasionally arrogant. I wish I were less so. But don’t expect an apology.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:50 am
Now I do environmental work.
That explains everything.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
Man. Tagged. By Adri. You’ll pay for this one, boyo. *glare* Probably by reading this, since there are no things interesting about me that I can think of. So you get whatever comes to mind. As I’m blond - that’s dangerous in and of itself…
1. I was a teenager in the 80s, and never did anything crazy. I was the typical goodytwoshoes. As a direct result, in my thirties, my hair has been every color of the rainbow, much to my kids delight and my mother’s head-shaking confused bemusement.
2. I live on the same street as my parents, and unlike people who demand to know HOW I COULD DO SUCH A THING? I consider it the best decision I ever made concerning living arrangements. My kids have their grandparents in easy reach (and spoiling distance) and it’s been the best gift I could ever give my kids - awesome grandparents close-by.
3. I am hopelessly addicted to bad reality tv. Not the REALLY bad VH1/MTV stuff, but Big Brother (duh) and Survivor (double duh) and I withstand much ridicule for it because who cares wahtcha think and did you SEE what HAPPENED and OMG! People are NUTS! LOVE IT.
4. I almost died in 1997. Ectopic pregnancy, burst fallopian tube, bleed out, half my blood in my abdomen by the time the ER got their head out of their ass and my doc got me on the operating table. The one thing I remember most about the whole day? Throwing up my pb toast on my mom. Whoops.
5. I’ve always wanted to be a midwife. I planned to get my RN, then move onto Midwifry, but it didn’t pan out because my husband didn’t want to move so that I could finish schooling. I still long to be part of the childbirth experience, however. It may be because I had all c-sections, but natural birth fascinates me. Someday, maybe, I’ll become a doolah or birth coach or some such.
6. I received my bachelor’s degree of science in Graphic Design in the fall of 2004. I attended the Art Institute Online, completed the 4 year degree in 2.5 years. I love my practically useless piece of paper! I hate the student loans I’ll be paying on until the day I keel over.
7. I’m very lowkey, laid back, and hard to anger. But once you raise my ire and cause me to explode? whooodoggy! Duck and cover! It’s the Irish in me.
and a bonus 8. You can do just about anything to me you want - hate me, whatever, and I won’t care. It’s ultimately your problem, not mine. But you fuck with my kids and I will hate you forever…
February 15th, 2008 at 12:44 am
Cole: I don’t like chocolate either, to the great consternation of my friends…
Adri S.
February 15th, 2008 at 3:21 pm
1. I wanted to be a veterinarian when I grew up. And then I realized that half the job was killing animals you didn’t have the knowledge to save.
2. I have an intense love-hate relationship with social sciences, like economics and psychology. I don’t mind (much) that they can’t be tested scientifically, but I mock them for it anyway.
3. I love to physically tussle, but have no formal combat training (fencing doesn’t count… or at least foil doesn’t)
4. I made my mother cry on Mother’s Day. And yet, I can count the number of times we fought (during my teen years at least) on one hand.
5. I do not respond to calls, hellos, or mad rampaging bulls before 9:30 am (It’s sometimes entertaining to watch the threshold pass right in the middle of class)
6. My mother shares a peculiar neurological disorder with less than a thousand people worldwide… one of which goes to my college.
7. I often let my desire for knowledge get in the way of personal relationships. But believe it or not, I probably like you.
(And as an aside, I found The Ring much more damaging to my ability to sleep at night than Ju-on. Perhaps because I watched the English version of the former?)
February 15th, 2008 at 6:06 pm
oh… Ju-on, japanese version, is scarier (imo). The non-jap version doesn`t even make much sense to me. =P
A bit late, summer break. =P
hm…
1- Usually, people say I’m absurdly cheerful. That’s because I laugh at anything. People tell me I make them feel like professional comedians. ¬¬’
2-I wanted to be a coroner… when I was eight (’till I was 15… aichmophobia takes the best of me). Go Scully! =P haha
3- My boyfriend and I met while looking for people to role-play on weekends. \o\
4- I must quote Adrien on this:
“Even though I’m almost 28 years old, I cannot sleep at night if I watch a scary movie just before bed. Which is disgusting, considering that in my cynicism I don’t believe in ghost, monsters, spooks, and various other things supernatural.”
Only, I love it. Oh, and I’m almost 23.
5- When I was 11, I had a classmate that was the only one, besides me, that also watched Saint Seiya in my class. Both of us are Libra and big fans of Douko (¬¬’ if anyone’s lost by now, google). We also thought that there was going to be a time when he’d show everyone that he wasn’t just an puruple old man. Hehe.
6- Women hate me. I’m a woman and I rarely get along with other women. I’ve been bullied, all my life, by other girls (not that I ever cared). So, I had to hang out with the boys.
Oh, that includes some young female teachers from my college.
7- I can’t have a schedule that requires a day to have less that 25 hours, otherwise I don’t work at all. =/
February 18th, 2008 at 10:02 am
Alright, I know this is late, but it’s hardly fair if I get out of it just because of school and such, right?
1. I love playing heterophobic, especially with my close straight (or so they say) friends or around obnoxious homophobic people. I don’t really have anything against straight people though, I swear. I may not understand it personally, but hey, what do I care who you love? (Unless you’re gorgeous and wasting all your time on boobs! ;~; )
2. I love dreads, and piercings, and usually tattoos. I love tall, lanky pale goth/punk boys, and long hair is a huge bonus. Honestly, though? My weakness is African-American men (Or, actually, most dark-skinned men in general, but particularly black men. With long dreads. And goatees. Ohgods). But trust me, when I say “I’d hit it,” I actually mean, “Not in a million years because I’m terrified of any form of intimacy no matter how gorgeous you are or how much I love you.”
3. I’m terrified of responsibility. I don’t want to drive, or get any job where I have to deal with people, or do anything where I need to make decisions and lead people. This is why I ran for (and won) the presidency of the GSA, and will probably do it again. I need to force myself to do things that scare me, if I’m ever going to get anywhere.
4. I am sometimes ashamed of myself for not being geeky enough. There are just a lot of things that I feel like I should know more about, because I’m interested in them, and just never got around to learning more about them. I’m a language geek, which is why I’m studying Latin, Portuguese, Japanese, Gaelic, and Swahili, and I’m a computer geek, hence the programming classes. I still feel like I should be doing a lot more, though.
5. I can be a little arrogant. I hate this in myself, but going to high school, I meet a lot of people on a day-to-day basis that are failing their classes, doing drugs, having sex (and getting pregnant), and are generally prejudiced/just plain idiotic people. I look at these people and can’t help feeling a little superior to them, especially because it seems that my half-assed efforts are usually better than their sincere attempts, academically. Socially, though, I know that they’ve probably got a one-up on me.
6. I am super paranoid. About everything. About the government, about my health, about my safety - everything. Trent Reznor and an overactive imagination do NOT help. Also, along the same lines, I’m a little obsessive-compulsive. Not so much germaphobic, but I have routines and I do everything (EVERYTHING) in fours. Even my counselor thought I might have OCD.
7. I prefer almost anything to your average human. Not the ones I know and love, obviously; they get special privileges (that includes most of you guys). But really, I prefer any other animal, and even inanimate objects (which I talk to and understand like a Dreamspeaker on crack) to any human I don’t know or have reason to like. If it’s a case of animal attacking human, it WAS the human’s fault. I don’t believe in killing people, even murderers, but I would be willing to waive that belief for a human who hurt another animal. I hate people who break things with no regard for the thing’s feelings. My house is the house for wayward toys. Because, for the most part, animals and objects are innocent; they don’t hate, and they don’t kill for no reason. Only humans are that stupid on a regular basis.
Er, sorry. That got a bit longer and more in-depth than I planned. And I totally do Adri’s number 2, as well. (Oh, and Cole, my friend Matt hates chocolate too. It happens.)
Right. I’ll stop now. Srsly.
February 20th, 2008 at 8:09 pm
Here goes me:
1. I LOVE MY NON-STICK STOVE PANS. They mean I don’t have to use butter or oil. I take care of them so they don’t flake off.
2. I AM BISEXUAL. I was seeking a relationship with a woman, but am now in a hetero relationship.
3. I CAN’T WRITE HETERO ROMANCES. I’ve tried. What I *do* write is sickening, sloppy, sappy purple prose about hetero couples. Can’t stand to describe the sex scenes, either. I think they’re gross. On the other hand, I CAN write gay and lesbian romances/sex scenes; they’re easier to imagine and don’t gross me out.
4. I TALK TO MOM ALMOST EVERY DAY when she lives local, and at least once a week when she lives far away. I’m close to my mom, but I don’t let her live my life for me.
5. DIFFERENT MILK CHOCOLATES TASTE DIFFERENT TO ME. Give me cheeapo Palmer’s chocolate. I’ll take one bite and won’t eat any more. If you give me one Hershey’s Kiss, you better have the whole damn bag AND be ready to give it to me. (They don’t taste different to Mom, who once complained about my demand she get me Hershey’s and not Palmer’s chocolate during Holidays–at least until we watched a cooking show where Hershey’s was declared the best even above foreign chocolates.
6. ICING ON STOREBOUGHT CAKES GIVES ME THE WILLIES. I peel it off unless it’s chocolate. It’s too sweet, but what gives me the willies is the grainy texture, which chocolate icings generally don’t have. *shudder*
7. I AM FASCINATED BY THE THIRD REICH AND THE HOLOCAUST. Can’t explain why; just am.
Bonus: I talk to EVERYTHING at some point.
Bonus 2: I’m NOT as impulsive as I seem. When I say, “I’ve been thinking about doing something big/life-changing,” I’ve generally been thinking about that very thing for at least six months, perhaps a year or more.