Saturday 6 May 2006

I saw this on Deb's blog, who saw this on Melissa's blog, thought it looked like fun, and stole. . .er. . .I mean. . .borrowed the idea.

Accent – I don't have an accent EH! The rest of the world does.

Booze of choice – I don't drink. So sadly I have no excuse for my bizarre behaviour!

Chore I hate – Cleaning my storage room. So I generally don't.

Dog or Cat –DOG!!!! Cats were a failed attempt by an alien race to take over the planet. Some people fall under their power, which is why one will never again cross my door step! Hateful beasts! Except the ones with dog like characters. I like those.

Essential electronics – a radio that has our local talk station so I have something to get enraged about on a daily basis.

perfume - No. I'd have to really stink to make myself wear the stuff. I never do stink that much! It makes me sneeze.

Gold or Silver? Gold. Except on my teeth. For those if I ever need to get them capped, porcelain.

Hometown – Same city I'm a sittin' in now. eh.

Insomnia? – frequently. But never during the day!

Job Title – I haven't decided yet what it will be for this week. I'm leaning towards cartoonist again. Maybe painter. Possibly aquarist. I'll let you know.

Living Arrangement – I used to think that we owned a house and that I live with my family. Actually as it turns out we are just tennants of the local squirrels. When we don't hand over the nuts they take the rent out in garbage. It's a sweet deal either way.


Most-admired trait – I suppose it's .....I want to say honesty, but most people now adays don't admire that all that much. They think I'm absolutely insane when I'm honest.

Number Of Penguins In Your Bathtub – No penguins presently, but at least one hippo and possibly a squirrel. You never know when they will pop in for a visit and feel like taking a bath.

Overnight Hospital Stays – only if I can be promised a semi-private room with the most loud, annoying, foul smelling individuals on the planet. I lucked out twice.

Phobia – I'm afraid to say!~

Quote – "Ah good taste--what a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness!" Pablo Picasso

Religion – I am a Christian. Free Methodist.

Siblings – yes. both artistic and only slightly more normal than myself.

Time I wake up – 12am, 1:30, 3:15, 3:30, 4:45, 5:30, 6:00, 6:01, etc....

Unusual talent/skill – I see dead people...JUST KIDDING. I can't think of anything. I can eat a couple of Kg. of chocolate without puking? Is that a talent or skill?

Vegetable I refuse to eat – Eggplant. Never tried it. Don't want to....but gosh, it sure is a pretty colour!

Worst habit – chocolate, dressing gnomes, using 'ou' instead of just 'o'. I'm not fond of the Queen, but I just can't give up her English.

X-rays – I'm trying to cut down.

Yummy foods I make – Chocolate chip cookies!!!! Blood worms. The cookies are for me and the blood worms are for my fish. I don't actually make them though (the worms). I do a mean defrost though!

Zodiac sign – No, but theres a no flyer sign on our mail box.

But hey. . .what about you?

4 comments:

fourth_fret said...

your answer to zodiac sign is the funniest thing i've ever read. i don't even know why it was so funny... except, i couldn't tell if you are refusing to tell what your zodiac sign is, or just... eh, forget it. i just found it hysterically funny.

ok, i just looked at your profile. i honestly didn't know cancers were so funny.

Deb said...

LOL. I loved you response on the accent part, I'll try and remember it.

You GOT ME with the "I see dead people" line. I did a double take and almost choked on my precious sip of coffee. You're hilarious! I love reading your blog!

Patti said...

Is it going to let me post a comment today? Woo Hoo!

I stopped by, was inspired, and promptly (mis)appropriated the whole thing back to my blog.

After LMAO, that is!

(come see, http://writesforchocolate.blogspot.com)

Deb said...

Yoo-hoo! Just wanted to stop by and wish you a Happy Mother's Day!

*sIGH* Guess no one is home. I'll have to eat this chocolate cheesecake all by my. . .(having a thought) well, gotta go. The taxi meter is running, and it's a long trip back to Texas.

Yeah, that's good. Heh he, she'll never know I decided to eat the cheesecake.