As you know, I don't get out much which leads me to spend insane amounts of time running in circles around the apartment with the doglet (shut up, she likes it), plucking my eyebrows (you didn't think these babies were just like this naturally did you?!), watching dvd tv (oh god I need seasons 4, 5, 6 and 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer!) and filling out retarded questionnaires. I just can't help myself. But seriously, just consider yourselves lucky that I no longer bother forwarding them to everybody I know. :-)
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"...romantic. He gets up and paces nervously, tak-" I really believe that this question should involve a page farther into the book. Seriously. There's so seldom anything juicy on page 18. And my book was a good one! Funny and interesting and all of that. Witty even! But what do you get in line 4, page 18? Crap! Crap I tell you!
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
Air. Oh my god. This is the worst questionnaire thingy answer ever. I should just start making shit up. Hot, fuzzy man balls. There. That's better. Actually, no. It's not really. It's kind of more eeew than actually better. Oh well.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
The Simpsons. It was the one where they have the softball team and Homer makes his magic bat called Wonderbat (the name of my next pet incidentally) and he's super good and they make it to the finals and then Mr. Burns brings in all these professional baseball players to make sure they win and it's sad. And then bad things happen to the players which is funny. And then Homer wins.
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 8:42 pm.
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
8:26 pm. Not bad! Yeow! I'm on fire! Not literally though. If I were on fire literally I'd probably stop typing. I mean, not right away because I would have to explain that I was on fire but after that. For sure.
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
The ugly people downstairs wandering around their apartment aimlessly lamenting the pointlessness of their mundane existance and eyeing their ceiling enviously wondering what excitement is going on up here in my house o' excitement. At least that's what I'm assuming they're doing. It's reasonable.
7: When did you last step outside?
A couple of hours ago when I took my sweet doglet of licky love for a walk. We wandered. We mosied. We may even have sauntered a little. Until she got a leaf in her paw and refused to budge until I took it out. That was fun. And then there was the little stick. Oh, and some prickly grassy stuff. But all in all it was good. We cruised the streets of Duncan for a good hour. We were seen. On the scene. Sweet.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:
Porn. Kidding. It's too early for porn and I don't have a credit card so I can't get any of the really good stuff anyway. I did my zillion times daily round of cruising my friends blogs to see what's happening. And strangely enough nothing new had happened since the last time I checked their blogs about half an hour before that. Spooky. I so need to get a life.
9: What are you wearing?: Jeans (capris, so cute), brown Old Navy t-shirt that says St.Bart's on it and my standard black hoodie.
10: Did you dream last night? Yes. But I'm not discussing it. I've been having very distressing dreams lately and I can't even blame it on the cough medicine because I'm not taking it anymore because I've been having very distressing dreams lately. You see how it goes. It's a vicious cycle. Last night I only woke up once though so that was pretty sweet.
11: When did you last laugh?
As I was walking the dogbutt. She's just funny. She gets all excited about the walking and her little butts gets all wiggly and she prances along all fancy like until she gets distracted by a cat or a leaf or some lint or a random crack in the sidewalk (who doesn't get distracted by random crack?!). She makes me laugh.
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Clock, calendar, butterfly painting I finally finished, beach painting I did months ago and am still not sure about, some art-nouveau looking concert posters and that's it I think.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:
A plane ticket the fuck out of here. And a celebratory chai latte if Starbucks was open. I love their chai latte. I've tried it everywhere else in town and sadly it's still the best. I do so want to be cool and artsy and hang out in one of funky-type coffee houses but the one I like best serves a chai made from powder!? which costs more than Starbucks but tastes like ass and the one that's closer to my house with cute booths and a scooter just tastes weird. I'm not sure what it is but it's got this strange aftertaste that wigs me out. I like a clean chai. No grit, no aftertaste. And I haven't tried the place in Cow Bay because whenever I'm there I've got Lilo with me and can't go in. So yes, plane ticket the fuck out of here and a chai latte. And then an apartment in Vancouver and tuition for school. And then stuff for other people. And then a Karmenghia for me. I have it all planned.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
My baby toes have nails so tiny they barely exist. When I paint my toenails I end up painting the skin around the nail too so they don't look so freakish. Now that I've said that you'll all be staring at my toes and I'll never be able to wear flip flops again. Damn.
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