meme-age

tagged by the lovely trixie…

Four First Names of Crushes I’ve Had (in chronological order):

1. Justin
2. Andrew
3. Chris
4. D. (hah)

Four Pieces of Clothing I wish I still owned:

1. All my legwarmers from pre-school
2. Ditto for my tiny suspenders-and-polka-dot-skirt combos
3. Patchwork quilt skirt from Goodwill
4. My black marble plugs that are somehow lost

Four names I’ve been called at one time or another:

1. Sweetpea
2. Pancake
3. Eeyah Beeyah Katie
4. Weevil

Four Professions I secretly Want to Try:

1. Editor
2. Go-go dancer
3. Clothing designer
4. Professional napper

Four Musicians I’d most want to go on a date with:

1. Jeff Tweedy
2. Dean Martin
3. Ani Difranco
4. Ben Folds

Four Foods I’d rather Throw than Eat:

1. Carrots
2. Olives
3. Anything pork
4. Triscuits

Four Things I Like to Sniff:

1. A certain person’s deodoranty armpits
2. Mint plants
3. Puppy bellies
4. Cigars

Four People to Tag:
Oh, go tag yourself.

personality test number 2394

ganked this from ms. trix…

I can’t even count how many times I’ve taken the damn personality test but I have consistently scored INFJ for the past couple of years (used to be INFP or something.) It always says that it’s the most rare personality type which is either lame or cool, I can’t decide. One thing that was neat about this test is that it lists fictional characters in the same personality type and Amelie is one of them.

(Then again, Mel Gibson is also an INFJ, but I prefer to dwell on the positive in this situation.)

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dooce in her latest response to all the “hateorade” (as L.A. calls it):

Does making fun of skinny people make you feel better about being an asshole? I’ve often wondered, because apparently I can go out and cure my inherited metabolism with a cheeseburger. But you? How are you going to fix that personality?

my best friend Jenn:

I just farted and it sounded like a howling wolf.

Dylan Thomas on useless presents at Christmas (thanks D.):

…and a celluloid duck that made, when you pressed it, a most unducklike sound, a mewing moo that an ambitious cat might make who wished to be a cow…

Augusten Burroughs:

I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Alice on Minty Bear:

…but then again he was also smitten with the ceiling fan, and would spend hours chuckling at it. There you go again, ceiling fan. Whirling and whirling. Oh, ceiling fan, you are a minx.

Blog: take two.

After stumbling upon the free world of wordpress, I decided to take another stab at blogging. My previous site lasted about two weeks shy of two years and, in hindsight, did an increasingly more pathetic job at “chronicaling my wisdom” (as Arthur would say.) Not that there was much wisdom to behold, but that’s besides the point.

Anywho, as I said when I started the other blog, we’ll see how long this lasts. If I stick with this past a year I’ll be surprised (…but then again I never thought I could post every day last November for NaBloPoMo so evidently I have a habit of doubting my own potential.)

Until next time…