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I was reading back through some of my old posts and I found this survey I filled out in October of 2004 so I figured I'd do it again because it's short and I kind of liked the questions. It's always fun to compare how you felt about things then with how you feel now. And I like this one because it's all very shallow. Nothing too deep which is nice because I'm so tired I could barf. Or it could have been all the cheesecake I ate today. Senor, you make the best damn cheesecake for which I simultaneously love and hate you at the moment. :-)


1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "There were other things you might not necessarily know or..."

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? Pillow. I've been lounging on the couch. It's what I do.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?: "Must Love Dogs" a fairly inane girly movie with John Cusack and Diane Lane. I love John Cusack. He makes everything better when I'm feeling blah. Which I am. Holiday withdrawls I think. Blah.

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 10:34 pm.

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?: 10:53 pm. Shit. I really should go to bed. I have to get up in 6 hours.

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: The water running in the trailer park water feature my neighbours have outside their door, neighbours arguing, a car driving by and something electrical humming. Oh, and the doglet making little sleep barking noises. That's pretty much the cutest sound in the world.

7: When did you last step outside? Doing? A couple of hours ago. I went to McDonalds. What can I say? I'm feeling a little down. John Cusack and a cheeseburger were my only recourse.

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?: My friend Moody's blog. He has a life and he posts pictures of it for my vicarious enjoyment. It's great.

9: What are you wearing?: Jeans, pajama top (my weiner's really big in Japan) and a hoodie. It's cold in my apartment. And the swanky new necklace the Senor gave me for Christmas. It's beautiful and I love it.

10: Did you dream last night? Yes indeed. Really, really awful nightmare. Woke up really wigged out. Don't particularly want to talk about it. Too personal.

11: When did you last laugh? Today. Sometime. I spent part of the day with the Senor and the rest of the day with the momma both of whom tend to crack me up. When I'm not being a total gloomy freak that is. I'm on a bit of a gloomy freak streak (tee hee) these days.

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in? Crazy chinese calendar I bought in San Francisco, giant butterflies I made myself, a not so good painting I also made myself (it's a triptych), some art deco style posters of rock bands, and some other little things. I like stuff on the walls (so does the Senor, don't you?). It's good.

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?: A plane ticket out of here. Don't know where really. Just somewhere else. Not forever mind you, just for awhile. Maybe somewhere warm. I still want to go to Moscow very much but maybe not in December. I think I'd go to Mexico. Maybe I'd buy out my car and drive there. Stopping at many tourist attractions and buses selling Mexican food along the way. Or maybe I'd buy a little apartment or house somewhere on the island. And then a plane ticket. So I'd have somewhere all my own to come back to.

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: I have this compulsive thing I do where I have to touch everything. If I'm walking along the side of a building I have to run my fingers along the wall (not necessarily the entire length of it, just a little will do). If I'm in a gallery I have to touch the paintings (I tend to keep my hands in my pockets so I won't). I run the tips of my fingers along the edges of fabric because it tickles (I used to do that to edge of my grandma's pj's and blouses when I was little so she gave me one of her nightdresses to sleep with and we called it my tickley. I've never been able to shake the habit). It's something you either find completely endearing about me or so annoying it makes you want to snap my neck like a chicken. I once petted the fur trim of a woman's hood on the subway. It's freakish, I know.