Apparently, I'm It
So Dara tagged me, which means I have to play along. And apparently by the rules, or else I'll have bad luck and Bloody Mary will visit me in the mirror for ten years.
The Aforementioned Rules:
1. Post the rules, then list eight things about yourself.
2. At the end of the post, tag and link to eight other people.
3. Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they've been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.
NUMBER ONE FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: My cat's breath smells like cat food. But so does the Object of My Affection's, which is kinda creepy.
NUMBER TWO FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I like to have both Sesame Street and NPR on in the morning, simultaneously. And no, I don't have children.
NUMBER THREE FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: Growing up, I had a pair of peachfaced lovebirds named Macaroni (who was green) and Cheese (who was yellow, natch. And kind of a bitch). At one point they started having babies, which Cheese would then eat. Not kidding. One survived; I got it its own cage and named it, inexplicably, Frog.
NUMBER FOUR FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I know the Canadian, French, and Irish National Anthems by heart. I have no idea how I acquired such knowledge.
NUMBER FIVE FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: Yesterday, while unpacking at the new casa, I came across the case of a mixtape that my friend Peter Jost made for me in 11th grade, called "You are GROUNDED". He gave it to me after my parents grounded me for a month when they caught me sneaking back in at 4 in the morning. The best part was that I was already in the middle of a one-month grounding and that I just kept sneaking out every night anyways.
NUMBER SIX FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I cheated twice in school. Once in first grade, I asked Michael Smith what 7 +5 is. I still don't know. Then, in 10th grade English, we were assigned a long-term project to write a dime-store novel in the style of Horatio Alger. My friend Renee (pronounced ree-kneeee) and I dicked off and procrastinated for months and finally ended up writing extremely thinly-veiled plots of our favorite musicals the night before they were due- she did 42nd Street; I did Tommy. We both got A's.
NUMBER SEVEN FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I am endlessly fascinated by the wonder that is the Downy ball. It's a modern miracle: simple, useful, and cheap. When I die, I want to be cremated and have my ashes put into a downy ball.
NUMBER EIGHT FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I forgot to wish Bobby a happy birthday on Tuesday, mostly because I thought his birthday was on Thursday, despite the fact that he told me something like a week ago that his birthday was on the third. I will now hang my head in shame for a full two minutes, one for each day that I effed up his birthday wishes.
Apparently, now I get to tag some peoples. Sooooo, Alex the Great, 3PennyJane, The Bibliophile, The Evil Moose, The Hater, Dynoness, The Blatherer, and Arjewtino, you're It.
The Aforementioned Rules:
1. Post the rules, then list eight things about yourself.
2. At the end of the post, tag and link to eight other people.
3. Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they've been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.
NUMBER ONE FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: My cat's breath smells like cat food. But so does the Object of My Affection's, which is kinda creepy.
NUMBER TWO FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I like to have both Sesame Street and NPR on in the morning, simultaneously. And no, I don't have children.
NUMBER THREE FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: Growing up, I had a pair of peachfaced lovebirds named Macaroni (who was green) and Cheese (who was yellow, natch. And kind of a bitch). At one point they started having babies, which Cheese would then eat. Not kidding. One survived; I got it its own cage and named it, inexplicably, Frog.
NUMBER FOUR FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I know the Canadian, French, and Irish National Anthems by heart. I have no idea how I acquired such knowledge.
NUMBER FIVE FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: Yesterday, while unpacking at the new casa, I came across the case of a mixtape that my friend Peter Jost made for me in 11th grade, called "You are GROUNDED". He gave it to me after my parents grounded me for a month when they caught me sneaking back in at 4 in the morning. The best part was that I was already in the middle of a one-month grounding and that I just kept sneaking out every night anyways.
NUMBER SIX FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I cheated twice in school. Once in first grade, I asked Michael Smith what 7 +5 is. I still don't know. Then, in 10th grade English, we were assigned a long-term project to write a dime-store novel in the style of Horatio Alger. My friend Renee (pronounced ree-kneeee) and I dicked off and procrastinated for months and finally ended up writing extremely thinly-veiled plots of our favorite musicals the night before they were due- she did 42nd Street; I did Tommy. We both got A's.
NUMBER SEVEN FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I am endlessly fascinated by the wonder that is the Downy ball. It's a modern miracle: simple, useful, and cheap. When I die, I want to be cremated and have my ashes put into a downy ball.
NUMBER EIGHT FASCINATING THING ABOUT THE GOO: I forgot to wish Bobby a happy birthday on Tuesday, mostly because I thought his birthday was on Thursday, despite the fact that he told me something like a week ago that his birthday was on the third. I will now hang my head in shame for a full two minutes, one for each day that I effed up his birthday wishes.
Apparently, now I get to tag some peoples. Sooooo, Alex the Great, 3PennyJane, The Bibliophile, The Evil Moose, The Hater, Dynoness, The Blatherer, and Arjewtino, you're It.
1 Comments:
Yay, thanks! I'm sorry I missed this when I was in Florida on Friday!
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