Silly meme

Swiped from jen­ng­bob
Foo. I have to change an answer, ’cause I was wrong about something.

I miss some­body right now. I don’t watch much TV these days. I own lots of books.
I wear glass­es or con­tact lenses. × I love to play video games. × I’ve tried mar­i­jua­na.
I’ve watched porn movies.  (I’m ter­ri­ble com­pa­ny dur­ing them. I find them so stu­pid that I can only laugh or yawn.) × I have been the psy­cho-ex in a past relationship. I believe hon­esty is usu­al­ly the best policy.
I curse sometimes. I have changed a lot men­tal­ly over the last year.  (Heal­ing is good.) I car­ry my knife/razor every­where with me.  (Geez! It’s a Leather­man multitool!)

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I have bro­ken some­one’s bones.  (A bul­ly’s nose, back in 6th grade. With my flute case.) × I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. × I hate the rain.
× I’m para­noid at times. I would get plas­tic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.  (Maybe. I’m not sure.) I need/want mon­ey right now.
× I love sushi. I talk real­ly, real­ly fast.  (I’m told that I do so, anyway.) × I have fresh breath in the morning.
I have long hair.  (I guess I do now, don’t I?) × I have lost mon­ey in Las Vegas. I have at least one sib­ling.
× I was born in a coun­try out­side of the U.S. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.  (I wore acrylic nail tips for sev­er­al years.) × I could­n’t sur­vive with­out Caller I.D.  (Oh please — I could sur­vive. I just would­n’t answer the phone.)
I like the way that I look.  (In some respects, yes.) × I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months. × I am usu­al­ly pes­simistic.
× I have a lot of mood swings. I think pros­ti­tu­tion should be legalized. × I slept with a room­mate.
I have a hid­den tal­ent. × I’m always hyper no mat­ter how much sug­ar I have. × I have a lot of friends(I’m ambiva­lent on this one.)
I have pecked some­one of the same sex.  (Kissed. Could we just say kissed?) × I enjoy talk­ing on the phone. × I prac­ti­cal­ly live in sweat­pants or PJ pants.
× I love to shop and/or win­dow shop. × I’m obsessed with my Xan­ga or Live­jour­nal. × I’m com­plete­ly embar­rassed to be seen with my moth­er(At 39, I am obvi­ous­ly NOT in the tar­get demo­graph­ic for this meme.)
I have a mobile phone. × I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. I’ve reject­ed some­one before.
I cur­rent­ly like/love someone. × I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to have chil­dren in the future.  (Again, ambiva­lent. I’m dis­abled and get­ting too old, but I’d dear­ly love to have a baby with Sam. I just don’t know how many more mis­car­riages I can survive.)
I have changed a dia­per before. × I’ve called the cops on a friend before.  (If I have to call the cops on some­one, she isn’t a friend.) Nope — I did call the cops because some­one I love was going to try to kill her­self, and there was no way for me to get to her in per­son. That’s a dif­fer­ent kind of thing, though, than what I thought of at first. Yes, she’s still a friend. × I’m not aller­gic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.  (Because I’m not dead yet, silly.) I am shy around the oppo­site sex.  (Intro­vert­ed, more like it, around anyone.) I’m online 24/7, even as an away message.
× I have at least 5 away mes­sages saved. I have tried alco­hol or drugs before. × I have made a move on a friend’s sig­nif­i­cant oth­er or crush in the past.  (Are you kid­ding? I don’t make “moves” ever! I have to be the move-ee!)
× I own the “South Park” movie. I have avoid­ed assign­ments at work/school to be on Xan­ga or Live­jour­nal.  (Read­ing, yes.) I enjoy some coun­try music.
I would die for my best friends. I’m obses­sive, and often a per­fec­tion­ist. I have used my sex­u­al­i­ty to advance my career.  (Does post­ing a sign that says, “Sex­u­al harass­ment may not be report­ed, but will be grad­ed. Pub­licly.” count?)
× I think Hal­loween is awe­some because you get free candy. × I have dat­ed a close friend’s ex(I can’t remem­ber. Maybe.) × I am hap­py at this moment.
× I’m obsessed with guys. × Demo­c­rat. × Repub­li­can.
× I don’t even know what I am. × I am punk rockish. × I go for old­er guys/girls, not younger.  (I used to. It’s not that sim­ple any more.)
× I study for tests most of the time. × I tie my shoelaces dif­fer­ent­ly from any­one I’ve ever met. × I can work on a car.
I love my job(s).  (I’m a Mom­my and Sam’s part­ner, for the most part. What’s not to love?) I am com­fort­able with who I am right now. × I have more than just my ears pierced(Had. I’m fair­ly sure the holes have closed up now.)
I walk bare­foot wher­ev­er I can. × I have jumped off a bridge. × I love sea tur­tles.
× I spend ridicu­lous amounts of mon­ey on make­up. I plan on achiev­ing a major goal/dream. I am pro­fi­cient on a musi­cal instru­ment.  (Does “was” count? Thank you, RSI.)
× I hate office jobs. × I went to col­lege out of state. × I am adopt­ed.
× I am a pyro. I have thrown up from cry­ing too much. I have been inten­tion­al­ly hurt by peo­ple that I loved.
× I fall for the worst people. I adore bright colours.  (Jew­el tones, anyway.) × I usu­al­ly like cov­ers bet­ter than originals. 
× I hate chain theme restau­rants like Apple­bees and TGIFri­days. I can pick up things with my toes.  (Not as well as my daugh­ter, but I can do it.) × I can’t whis­tle.
I have ridden/owned a horse.  (Rid­den. Badly.) × I still have every jour­nal I’ve ever writ­ten in. I talk in my sleep.  (I’m told that I have done so.)
× I’ve often thought that I was born in the wrong cen­tu­ry. I try to for­get things by drown­ing them out with loads of distractions. × I wear a toe ring(That sounds uncomfortable.)
× I have a tat­too. × I can’t stand at LEAST one per­son that I work with. × I am a caf­feine junkie.
× I am com­plete­ly tree-hug­gy spir­i­tu­al, and I’m not ashamed at all. × If I knew I would get away with it, I would com­mit at least one mur­der. × I will col­lect any­thing, and the more non­sen­si­cal, the better.
× I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner. I’m an artist. × I am ambidex­trous.
× I sleep with so many stuffed ani­mals, I can hard­ly fit on my bed. × If it weren’t for hav­ing to see oth­er peo­ple naked, I’d live in a nud­ist colony. × I have ter­ri­ble teeth.
× I hate my toes(What’s wrong with toes? Geez.) I did this meme even though I was­n’t tagged by the per­son who took it before me.  (Was I sup­posed to be tagged? Oh well.) × I have more friends on the inter­net than in real life.
× I have lived in either three dif­fer­ent states or coun­tries. I am extreme­ly flex­i­ble.  (Still.) × I love hugs more than kiss­es(I’ll hug far more peo­ple than I’ll kiss.)
I want to own my own busi­ness. × I smoke. × I spend way too much time on the com­put­er than on any­thing else.
Nobody has ever said I’m nor­mal.  (Not with any seri­ous­ness, to the best of my knowl­edge. Not in too many years to count, anyway.) Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trick­le of tears every now and then. × I am pro­fi­cient in the use of many types of firearms and com­bat weapons.  (I would­n’t say “many.”)
× I like the way women look in styl­ized men’s suits. I don’t like it when peo­ple are unpleased or seem unpleased with me. × I have been described as a dream­er or like­ly to have my head up in the clouds.
I have played strip pok­er with some­one else before.  (On march­ing band trips. We did­n’t go away for band camp, okay?) I have had emo­tion­al prob­lems for which I have sought pro­fes­sion­al help. × I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.
× I can’t stand being alone. × I have at least one obses­sion at any giv­en time. × I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.
× I con­sis­tent­ly spend way too much mon­ey on obsessions-of-the-moment. × I’m a judg­men­tal ass­hole. × I’m a HUGE dra­ma-queen.
I have trav­elled on more than one con­ti­nent. × I some­times wish my father would just disappear. × I need peo­ple to tell me I’m good at some­thing in order to feel that I am.
I am a Lib­er­tar­i­an.  (Small “l,” thank you.) × I can speak more than one lan­guage. × I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
I would rather read than watch TV. × I like read­ing fact more than fiction. I have pulled an all-nighter on an assign­ment I was giv­en a month to do.
× I have no pierc­ings. × I have spent the night in a train sta­tion or oth­er pub­lic place. × I have been so upset over my phys­i­cal gen­der that I cried.
× I once spent Christ­mas com­plete­ly alone because there was a mis­com­mu­ni­ca­tion on which par­ent was sup­posed to have me that night. × There have been times when I have won­dered “Why was I born?” and may/may not have cried over it. × I like most ani­mals bet­ter than most people.
× I own a col­lec­tion of retro games con­soles. × The thought of phys­i­cal exer­cise makes me shiver. × I have hit some­one with a dead fish.
× I am com­pul­sive­ly hon­est. × I was born with a con­gen­i­tal birth defect that has nev­er been repaired. × I have danced top­less in front of dozens of com­plete strangers.
× I have gone from wish­ing I was a girl to rev­el­ling in being a boy to feel­ing like a girl again in the span of five min­utes, and not cared a whit for my actu­al sex. × I am unashamed­ly bisex­u­al, and have dif­fer­ent moti­va­tions for my desires for dif­fer­ent gen­ders.  (Unashamedl bisex­u­al, yes. Oth­er­wise — huh?) I some­times won’t sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I for­get to.  (That’s much, much less like­ly with Sam & Katie around. They don’t usu­al­ly let me do that.)
× I find it impos­si­ble to get to sleep with­out some kind of music on. × I dis­like milk(I don’t dis­like it. I just can’t tol­er­ate much of it.) I obses­sive­ly wash my hands.
× I always car­ry some­thing sig­nif­i­cant around with me. × Some­times I’d rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair. I’ve pushed myself to become more self-aware and there­by more aware of others.
× Even though I live on my own I still cry some­times because I miss my moth­er. × I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this doc­u­ment.  (What? Like, one per­son gets to check that? Silly.) I’ve liked some­thing which a major­i­ty of peo­ple claimed was either bad or weird.
× I have been clin­i­cal­ly dead for a brief peri­od of time. Instead of feel­ing sympathy/empa­thy with peo­ple and their prob­lems, I sim­ply become annoyed.  (Some­times, yes.) × I participate/have par­tic­i­pat­ed in auto drag races and won.
× I do not ‘get’ most com­e­dy acts. I don’t think strip­pers are mon­ey-greedy or slut­ty for dancing. I don’t like to chew gum.
× I am obsessed with history/historical things and can’t wait for some­one to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it. × I can nev­er remem­ber for the life of me where I parked the car. × I had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2–3 years.  (I was too busy.)
I wish peo­ple would be more empath­ic and hon­est with each oth­er.  (Hon­est, def­i­nite­ly. Empath­ic? Maybe.) I play Dun­geons and Drag­ons week­ly.  (Not real­ly, but a dice­less home­brew game that was orig­i­nal­ly sor­ta based on it.) I love to sing.
× I want to live in my moth­er’s base­ment when I grow up. I have a cus­tom-built com­put­er. × I want to cre­ate a cer­tain some­one’s babies, even though there’s a 0% pos­si­b­li­ty of ever achiev­ing it.  (It’s high­er than 0. Bare­ly. The prob­lem is car­ry­ing them to term.)
× I would be in a rela­tion­ship with one of my pets if they were human. I’ve gone skin­ny-dip­ping. I’ve per­formed in three plays.
× I enjoy bur­ri­tos. × I’m Irish and lov­ing it. × I have a thing for red­heads.
× I am a twin! Most of the times, I’d rather do some­thing intel­lec­tu­al instead of doing some­thing gener­i­cal­ly ‘fun’. × Once I set out to fin­ish some­thing, I always stay at it until it is com­plet­ed before I move on to some­thing else.
I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes. × I sleep more than 12 hours a day. I wish I could be proud­er of what I’ve accom­plished, but it’s nev­er enough.
× I need more time to myself. × I wish I was more open-mind­ed. × I hope that I go real­ly pre­ma­ture­ly grey.
I down­load songs from the internet. × I’ve just reen­act­ed chap­ter 58 of Death Note with my best friend. × I say ran­dom things to freak peo­ple out.
× I’m still a lit­tle mad about the end­ing of Death Note(What the hell is Death Note?) × I love play­ing Truth or Dare. × I love lis­ten­ing to slow music, but I hate singing to it.
× Music helps me remem­ber that I am not alone. × Play­ing my favorite sport makes me tem­porar­i­ly for­get my problems. I think this sur­vey is par­tic­u­lar­ly long.
× I pre­fer my LJ friends to my real-life ones. × I can only hate some­one that I love. × I’ve ordered an extra two shots of espres­so to an Amer­i­cano at Star­bucks.
Cur­rent Mood: 🙁sad
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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