Removed the suicide plot? Uh...huh.

[impy]

A is for - Age: 22

B is for - Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Nuh uh.

C is for - Career in Future: Dictator of the World.

D is for - Dead person you would like to meet: would they be all decayed and stuff? Because if so, I'll pass.

E is for - Essential item to bring to a party: money. You never know when you'll need to bail.

F is for - Favorite song at the moment: Hey Julie- Fountains of Wayne

G is for - Guy/Girls you've kissed: That one there. Yush.

I is for - Instruments you play: I used to be able to [badly] play a song or two on the piano. We're talking basic songs here, nothing fancy. And while the boy was learning the flute, he taught me what he'd learned and I wasn't horrid at that. But that's it, man. I miss the piano. *sniff*

J is for - Job title: Service Clerk

L is for - Living places: This house?

M is for - Most memorable moment of the day: mmmm. the first pepsi of the day.

N is for - Number of people you've slept with: Slept slept? *thinks* Many. Slept as a way of trying to ask something else? Nada.

O is for - Overnight hospital stays: I was a baby. Otherwise, nada.

P is for - Phobia[s]: Heights. Not too fond of large crowds filled with people I know, or having to speak in front of anyone who isn't a close friend.

Q is for - Quote you like: Current one of the day: I can't be myself. Myself is taken.- Pepper Ann

S is for - Sexuality: Why're you asking? Is this little thing asking me out? Cuz, you know, I'm not big on the inanimate objects...

T is for - Time you wake up everyday: Too freakin' early.

U is for - Unique trait(s): I have really great hair. :p I'm psychic? I dunno.

V is for - Vegetable you love: ...aaaaaaa! Lettuce? Is lettuce a veggie?

W is for - Worst habit: I easily freak out.

X is for - X-rays you've had: Dental x-rays count?

Y is for - Yummy food you make: I am fajita queen. And quesadilla queen. I make a tasty taco, and I make a mean grilled cheese.

Z is for - Zodiac sign: Cancer


I am disturbed by the new Britney video. That guy's jeans? When he jumps into the hot tub to save her? I keep expecting his ass to fall out of 'em. Disturbing.

Last night's Angel? Sniffle and amusing. Illyria keeps reminding me of a calm Callisto mixed with Eve from Xena. This is a good thing if you ignore the fact that, you know, not Fred. Also, I kept expecting Dawn to hop out of the woodwork and glomp onto Connor and the two of them to form a little "we've altered people's memories just by continuing to exist!" club. Quote worthy too, except I didn't write any of the quotes down. *cough*

Tired now. I think it's nap time. *yawns*