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my cold will live onnnnnn
Nov. 10th, 2006 08:42 amTagged by T, and I'm a sheep, so baaaa. Here I go.
These are the rules of the game:
Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. When I was little, I firmly believed that stuffed animals and other toys had feelings, so I rarely if ever hit them in an attempt to make myself feel better. [Some kids throw tantrums and the next thing you know, Paddington has lost his head again, y'know?] I still feel the same way.
2. Continuing with the toy theme, I'm much more likely to pick the stuffed animal with one ear when it should have two over the normal looking one... because I feel that no one else will, and I'll love it anyway.
3. Popcorn makes me ill, especially movie theatre popcorn. Still, I chance it every so often, sure that this time will be the time I make it out alive.
4. I hate unloading the dishes from the dishwasher. I'll load it with minimal bitching, but getting me to unload the damn thing takes an act of more than one god.
5. If I complain that it's cold, my family immediately assumes I'm sick. They are usually right.
6. I drink Worcestershire sauce straight. Well, poured on ice and left to sit there for a couple of minutes is best, but I'm not allowed near the bottle. *cough*
7. To me singing is cursive. Rapping would be big block letters.
8. I prefer to let my room devolve into one step above natural disaster area, then spend the next forever cleaning it... only to repeat the process all over again.
9. To cheer Mumsy up, I still do the voice I thought up for our hamster. Who has been dead for years.
10. When I was little, I used to hope that whenever I'd come home from a day [or longer] away, someone would slip a present [nothing fancy] on my bed. I spent countless hours hoping and was always disappointed.
Thrills and chills. Anyway, I'm too lazy to remember who else has done this, so unless you're T, if you read this, consider yourself tagged. Or not. I'll never know.
These are the rules of the game:
Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. When I was little, I firmly believed that stuffed animals and other toys had feelings, so I rarely if ever hit them in an attempt to make myself feel better. [Some kids throw tantrums and the next thing you know, Paddington has lost his head again, y'know?] I still feel the same way.
2. Continuing with the toy theme, I'm much more likely to pick the stuffed animal with one ear when it should have two over the normal looking one... because I feel that no one else will, and I'll love it anyway.
3. Popcorn makes me ill, especially movie theatre popcorn. Still, I chance it every so often, sure that this time will be the time I make it out alive.
4. I hate unloading the dishes from the dishwasher. I'll load it with minimal bitching, but getting me to unload the damn thing takes an act of more than one god.
5. If I complain that it's cold, my family immediately assumes I'm sick. They are usually right.
6. I drink Worcestershire sauce straight. Well, poured on ice and left to sit there for a couple of minutes is best, but I'm not allowed near the bottle. *cough*
7. To me singing is cursive. Rapping would be big block letters.
8. I prefer to let my room devolve into one step above natural disaster area, then spend the next forever cleaning it... only to repeat the process all over again.
9. To cheer Mumsy up, I still do the voice I thought up for our hamster. Who has been dead for years.
10. When I was little, I used to hope that whenever I'd come home from a day [or longer] away, someone would slip a present [nothing fancy] on my bed. I spent countless hours hoping and was always disappointed.
Thrills and chills. Anyway, I'm too lazy to remember who else has done this, so unless you're T, if you read this, consider yourself tagged. Or not. I'll never know.
