The above picture made me chuckle even with the funk that has descended, so I'm sharing.
Also, this picture makes me happy:
And this made me smirk:
I'm a little embarrassed about my blathering on Monday. I guess I just needed to purge.
I want to thank all of you that responded as you did, it was amazing and, surprisingly, quite a comfort.
I'll be a pallbearer for the services this Friday.
I look forward to this about as much I I'd look forward to a major limb being amputated.
I'm too foggy to produce anything of note right now so instead I'm going to reproduce a list of 25 things you probably don't know about me.
Hell, maybe you do but I lack the energy to amend these facts right now.
1) I didn't drink coffee until I was 27. I wouldn't have even drank it then but I decided to get a second job as a barista, which, as we all know, is the job of actually making coffee. Now I drink coffee more than any other beverage.
2) I hate the sound of a liquid being poured; its a pet peve of epic proportions that can reduce me to a quivering mass of rage.
3) I went on my first date at six. My mother had me go over to a widows house and eat lunch with her. She even dressed me up in a little red jacket with crest and Bermuda shorts.
4) Coincidentally (or not) I didn't actually kiss a girl until I was 17 because I was mad, mad, shy.
5) I was diagnosed with severe social anxiety about five years ago. My job at the time? Working at one of the biggest clubs in Tampa, working behind a bar.
6) I bartend annually at the Bay Area Renaissance Festival.
No, I do not talk in a queer British accent.
Yes, I do make stupid money to do so.
No I do not wear tights.
Yes, for you I would.
7) I talk to my cat Bones on a regular basis. I don't expect a response from him, mind you, I simply use it as a mechanism for talking to myself out loud.
Plus he likes it.
8) I'm a Taurus.
9) I don't give a flying fig about astrology.
10) I don't drink liquor. I prefer beer. Pretty much any decent beer, although I prefer heffeveizens. I think that means "frogs dance naked during the Spring" in German.
11) I can't be in a social situation comfortably without a drink in my hand. This could be a beer, a soda, a non-alcoholic beer, whatever; I just need a beverage otherwise I get ridiculously antsy. Kind of like a smoker with a cigarette in hand. Although I've never smoked so this is only an implied assumption.
12) I've been diagnosed with skin cancer twice and have had surgery to remove it. That's why I have a wicked Frankenstein scar on my forehead. Feel free to look closer next time you see me. Brush your toof first.
13) I dislike my freckles.
14) My shyness is regularly taken as being aloof or possibly stuck-up.
Really?
Me?
Ridiculous.
Bah, plebein scum, you are below my station -- away with you.
15) My ears are stupid small.
16) My favorite mannerism about people in their ability to be humble. I hopefully apply this mannerism daily, although some days a probably more successful than others.
17) The first book I read was Rikki TIkki Tavi. At age 4 I'm told. Thank you Nag and Nagaina for giving me a lifelong love of books and of cobras.
18) I paint ridiculous amounts but it comes in spurts [ew] meaning I can go for weeks without touching a brush and then I will paint for days at a time, to the detriment to sleep, eating and, I'm assuming, sanity.
19) My best friend is probably my brother.
20) I don't give a fig about astrology. Wait, you already know that. Well, the first time I ate figs was about six months ago and I love them. Indiana Jones pet monkey ate figs and he died because they were poisoned.
Wait, those were dates.
Whatever. I <3 Indiana Jones so we'll leave the above statement.
21) I wanted to be Han Solo as a child (note my smoooooth segueway from Indy to Han). I even wanted my Mom to buy me a vest like him. I was disappointed that I couldn't have a wookie though.
22) I am a huge Star Wars and Star Trek fan. Yes, BOTH. I realize that stating that fact might indeed cause a wyrmhole of epic proportions to emerge and destroy the universe due to the illogical possibility of both, but I remain steadfast in this belief.
23) I ride my bike everywhere. I love it. I've ridden a bike for over twenty (ow!) years now. I want to get rid of my truck and motor through life on two wheels.
Well, I'd also like one of those new Mustangs too.
And a Jeep with big wheels.
And an RV to tour the country in.
But living in a city where I could get along solely by bike would be sublime.
24) I'm basing where I move next 50% on job prospects and 50% on bike polo.
25) I have a tapeworm. His name is Terrence.
Speaking of food ...
Okay, I need coffee. Off to work.
-S.
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SAME thing happened to me in my accident. Woman was texting, blew the stop sign, and EXACTLY, as a result, I t-boned her. Wow, SAME EXACT accident. And just as in your incident, at the scene, she admitted to the police officer, that she ran the red and he subsequently came back over to me and told me he was ticketing her for reckless driving and she was totally at fault for the accident. Now all of the sudden she's disputing it, since we have insurance companies involved.
So naturally, her insurance company is playing Reindeer Games and saying "we haven't completed our investigation" and all kinds of other stupid nonsense they think I don't understand - to which I must have replied at least 500 times, "WHAT INVESTIGATION? YOUR CLIENT IS 100% AT FAULT. AND SHE ADMITTED IT." "I understand that," Progressive Lady says to me, each time, in this sickening, I-want-to-punch-her-kind-of tone, "but it's going to take me at least until December 24th to determine who exactly was at fault here, I appreciate your patience..."
Whatever. And you're right. At least I wasn't on my bike. I hear you on that one.
Moving on. I *love* this blog.
1. I also hate the sound of liquid being poured. It's sort of nauseating.
2. I used to DRIVE a Taurus, however I am NOT a Taurus. It's a piece of shit salesman's car - however, I was t-boned IN that car, and it saved my life, so I guess I shouldn't be too mean to it. I'm actually a Virgo. They say a lot of weird things about Virgos. Weird sexual things. I don't give a flying fig about it either, except for when someone says, "you're a Virgo? you know what "they" say about VIRGOS, don't you?" ::chuckle:: :chuckle::
3. I don't smoke OR drink. I've actually NEVER done either in my ENTIRE LIFE. *No* one can believe this about me. And frankly, I don't care. I have such an addictive personality, and knew this when I was about 17, that I swore if I ever picked up either aforementioned highly addictive substance and LIKED IT, I'd be hooked for life. So I stayed away from both. Glad I did, actually. No interest in either. Find both pretty stupid and boring, but not gonna judge you if you think either/or are "rad" or "cool" or "socially exciting". ::yawn::