Remember Alf? He's back! In POG form!
(this journal entry [including the title] is cross-posted with another journal elsewhere)
Because (and I know you're not supposed to begin sentences with "because") everyone already knows what's going on in my life lately, I'm going to ask all of you some questions, since I like interactive journaly thingies. I can answer them myself too, just cos that seems more fair. Details, too! I wouldn't ask for them if I really didn't care enough to read it all.
What is your favorite song ever? If you like a bunch of songs all the same amount, pick ONE and tell me why.
"Ghost" by Live has been my all-time favorite song since I was a freshman in high school. This is really mushy, but it has to do with the first boy I ever kissed on the lips. The song played on our first "real" date - our Freshman Formal/Prom thing. We were in the limo with our best friend and his date when the song came on. This boy and I were together exactly three months and thirty days (shut up!) when he broke up with me using the "I think we should just be friends" excuse. I listened to "Ghost" on repeat for the entire following summer. After breaking my heart, I became TurboSlut, but noone needs me to elaborate on that. Anyway, for the longest time I couldn't listen to that song w/o crying, but now it just holds a special place that will always remind me of him. The entire album "Secret Samadhi" reminds me of that short "I thought we were forever" relationship. (Shut up, again!)
What is your favorite food?
For years, it's been cereal in icy cold milk, preferably late at night. I like eating this anytime other than breakfast, but for some reason, in the wee hours of the night, I enjoy it more. Super-sweet cereal isn't something I favor as much as stuff like Cheerios (my absolute favorite) or Crispix. I like plain stuff. And I never, ever put sugar on any of my cereal. That's disgusting. My boyfriend puts sugar on his frosted flakes. Ugh. When he drinks the milk, there is a sludge leftover and I give him a free show of my projectile-vomiting pyrotechnics. Sometimes I'll indulge in Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Apple Jacks, or even Cracklin Oat Bran, but dayum, cereal is fucking expensive. Maybe more people would eat "the most important meal of the day" if it weren't so pricey.
Do you have something that you wear or take with you everywhere, every day? What is it?
Anyone that hangs out with me on a regular basis (*coughJeremycoughcough*) knows that I wear jeans and a black hoodie pretty much every day. What's under the hoodie depends on my mood. (On a rare occasion [like when I desperately need to do laundry], I'll wear a -gasp!- skirt or a dress. I try to avoid this, though, as my legs are enormously muscular and I get self-conscious.) And then of course I have my chain wallet. Sadly, I feel empty when I leave my cell phone at home, even though no one ever calls me (except crzydriver, to let me know she got home OK after hanging out).
Please respond on a 3 x 5 unlined index card in blue or black ink, all major points highlighted. Any mistakes will be marked by me with a thick red marker and shown to everyone so they can laugh at you. (In "reality", I will prolly just poke fun at you for spelling something simple incorrectly, as I'd hope you would do the same for me.)
(this journal entry [including the title] is cross-posted with another journal elsewhere)
Because (and I know you're not supposed to begin sentences with "because") everyone already knows what's going on in my life lately, I'm going to ask all of you some questions, since I like interactive journaly thingies. I can answer them myself too, just cos that seems more fair. Details, too! I wouldn't ask for them if I really didn't care enough to read it all.
What is your favorite song ever? If you like a bunch of songs all the same amount, pick ONE and tell me why.
"Ghost" by Live has been my all-time favorite song since I was a freshman in high school. This is really mushy, but it has to do with the first boy I ever kissed on the lips. The song played on our first "real" date - our Freshman Formal/Prom thing. We were in the limo with our best friend and his date when the song came on. This boy and I were together exactly three months and thirty days (shut up!) when he broke up with me using the "I think we should just be friends" excuse. I listened to "Ghost" on repeat for the entire following summer. After breaking my heart, I became TurboSlut, but noone needs me to elaborate on that. Anyway, for the longest time I couldn't listen to that song w/o crying, but now it just holds a special place that will always remind me of him. The entire album "Secret Samadhi" reminds me of that short "I thought we were forever" relationship. (Shut up, again!)
What is your favorite food?
For years, it's been cereal in icy cold milk, preferably late at night. I like eating this anytime other than breakfast, but for some reason, in the wee hours of the night, I enjoy it more. Super-sweet cereal isn't something I favor as much as stuff like Cheerios (my absolute favorite) or Crispix. I like plain stuff. And I never, ever put sugar on any of my cereal. That's disgusting. My boyfriend puts sugar on his frosted flakes. Ugh. When he drinks the milk, there is a sludge leftover and I give him a free show of my projectile-vomiting pyrotechnics. Sometimes I'll indulge in Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Apple Jacks, or even Cracklin Oat Bran, but dayum, cereal is fucking expensive. Maybe more people would eat "the most important meal of the day" if it weren't so pricey.
Do you have something that you wear or take with you everywhere, every day? What is it?
Anyone that hangs out with me on a regular basis (*coughJeremycoughcough*) knows that I wear jeans and a black hoodie pretty much every day. What's under the hoodie depends on my mood. (On a rare occasion [like when I desperately need to do laundry], I'll wear a -gasp!- skirt or a dress. I try to avoid this, though, as my legs are enormously muscular and I get self-conscious.) And then of course I have my chain wallet. Sadly, I feel empty when I leave my cell phone at home, even though no one ever calls me (except crzydriver, to let me know she got home OK after hanging out).
Please respond on a 3 x 5 unlined index card in blue or black ink, all major points highlighted. Any mistakes will be marked by me with a thick red marker and shown to everyone so they can laugh at you. (In "reality", I will prolly just poke fun at you for spelling something simple incorrectly, as I'd hope you would do the same for me.)
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i actually quite like it...
oh i dont think i have any index cards...
what shoud i do??!?