Blatantly stolen from Rachel. She blatantly stole it from Christina. So I don't feel so bad.
I do, however, feel kind of lazy. Without further ado, here are the ABCs of me:
A-Age: 29
B-Birth date: December 10, 1979.
C-Chore you hate: Laundry
D-Dog's name: Her name was Peanut and she was the most loverly dog in the whole wide world. She got hit by a car in November of last year.
E-Enter or Exit: Enter
F-Favorite color: Orange
H-Hair color: Ha! I have no idea. I think it's dirty blonde, naturally. But it's red now and has been for three years or so.
I-Instrument: Spoons. Yes, I can play. Or I could when I was a kid.
J-Job Title: Office Manager, I suppose.
K-Kids: No thanks. They make pills for this.
L-Living arrangements: Um, apartment? I don't do roommates.
M-Monkey or Moose: Monkey.
N-Nicknames: Shine, Merry Magdel-anal (long story), Cupcake
O-Odd thing about you: (Just one?)I can't really go to sleep if there are shoes on the floor because if I wake up at night, I usually think there's someone in my room and try to attack them only to fall on my face on the shoes. It ain't pretty. Also, strangers lick me. It's weird.
P-Pet Peeve: People who don't know the difference between then and than. People who don't do what they say they're going to do. People who are incapable of being on time.
Q-Quote from a movie: "It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours 'cos every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm SO FUCKING ANGRY?" This isn't really my favorite favorite, probably, but I just watched Shaun of the Dead last night. And I don't want to think any more. It's an impressive amount of "fuck" in one sentence.
R-Right/Left Handed: I'm right-handed. But I can totally see out of my left eye just as well as my right.
S-Siblings: This is a really complicated question. Somewhere between 0 and 15.
T-Time you wake up? 6:30 - 7:00 am
U-Underwear: I'm a fan of the hipster (meaning sits on the hips, not meaning wears plaid scarves around my neck)/boyshort variety. Like so.
V-Veggie you dislike: I think peppers are a fruit, but I don't like them. Or carrots, but I guess those are a root. What the hell is a vegetable any more, even?
W-What makes you run late: I do not like to be late. But sometimes the key won't turn in my ignition. That makes me late.
X-X-Rays: Elbow, abdomen. Damn you, ulcer!
Y-Yummy food you make: Creamy chicken enchiladas, grilled shrimp nachos, gooey butter cake, fudge, divinity candy, cream cheese mints (delish!), macaroni and cheese (not from a box, you dope), salmon cakes, cheesy corn dip, chex mix. I really like to cook.
Z-Zoo Animal: The zoo makes me want to cry. But the primates at least get some space. And I like sharks. You know, to look at, not as friends. But all the poor cats are so sad. Stupid zoo.
Put your towels on. It’s Christmas Eve.
4 hours ago
7 comments:
There's no G?!
I request to hear the long story of how you became "Magdel-anal."
Y should read "Yummy food you make for REBECCA" and then come to my house and make it all.
I want to place my order for salmon cakes and whatever this gooey butter cake is... Man, I really want some cake!
Mysterg: It seems not. Huh.
Jay Ferris: What are you going to do for me?
Rebecca: You supply the plane ticket, I'll be happy to make you food!
Gragrrrl: It's delicious. I'll try to plan a dinner party soon.
Strangers lick you?
Often?
peterdewolf: It's happened at least four times in the last two months or so. Once, it was in the armpit.
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