I was tagged by Kimli. Consider yourself tagged if you want to participate.
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.
Warning: the first one is pretty gross if you’re squeamish. Which will probably make you want to read it more, but don’t blame me after!
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I have a scar on my left ring finger from losing a chunk of flesh. A TV was dropped on my hand, and my finger was scraped along a cement stairwell. I nearly vomited from the pain, sight, and size of it, and the fact that it was eaten by a house mate’s dog.
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I must wiggle my right foot as I’m falling asleep.
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I’m replacing all of my makeup with mineral makeup.
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I’m using henna to colour my hair, but I really miss having purple-red hair.
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My favourite game to play with Bender is “feet honk”, even though he gets irrationally angry by the end of it, even though he likes to play it.
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I hate how most spell-checkers do not acknowledge Canadian spelling.
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When I’m tired I can’t pronounce certain words, and I’ve been asked before if I have a speech impediment. Fuck no, I’m tired!
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I’ve been so hung over that I was literally green. I was drinking with a (now ex) boyfriend and his friend…we finished off a 60 of Canadian Club. At the end, we were mixing it with lime Kool-Aid. This was eleven years ago. I can’t/won’t ever drink rye again.
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I am both very organized and frustratingly disorganized.
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I am a Canucks fan.
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I am also a Canadiens fan, even though I’ve never even been to Montreal, which is a nearly unforgivable sin, according to Paul.
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My second cousin played for the Habs, Terry Harper.
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My French was very good in high school, probably because I watched all of the Canadiens games in French.
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When I was in a band, I described my singing as “Andy Bell meets Matthew Good, but kinda more girlie”.
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In my on-again, off-again relationship with SSRI/SNRIs, I have been off for about a year, and seemingly doing well, mood and pain-wise.
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I am going to attempt to write “something big” in 2009.
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I spend a lot of time wondering what life is like inside other people’s heads. I think that’s the appeal of blogs/Facebook/Twitter.
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I always wonder how people ended up friending/following me “out of the blue”. I’m always too shy to friend/follow someone out of the blue. Except Matt Good.
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I think sometimes I anthropomorphize pets too much.
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My coworkers jokingly call me “tall and surly” and it really hurt my feelings when they first started it. A client complaining to my boss said “and that Laurie…she’s so tall and surly!” Well, yeah: I am tall, and when I particularly dislike you, I’m not going to be a ray of goddamn sunshine.
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At temple, in the shrine room, during a serious discussion I actually said (without meaning to, I swear!) “…but wasn’t that sacralicious?”
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I hate hate hate making collections calls to our clients that owe us money. I hate the lying, the game playing, the fact that I just can’t come out and say: “so are you just not ever going to pay? It’s cool, tell me now and I’ll just send you to collections so we don’t have to go through this song and dance for six months, okay?”
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I do not mind the fact that I turn 30 in less than just over two weeks. So far.
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I have broken my right arm in six places, broken my index, middle, and ring fingers on both hands, the baby toe on each foot, torn the cartilage in my left knee, torn the cartilage, ligaments, and tendons in my right foot twice, sliced through my fingers, been bitten by (feral!) cats twice so bad it required immediate antibiotic treatment, fainted in a Safeway in an automatic door which closed on my head a number of times, and other things that I’m probably forgetting.
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Yes, I really do fall over randomly. While not moving.
