So, the ever fabulous fabulastic of queer the pitch nominated me for an "award." Obrigado! (?)
(Apparently memes are now called "awards." Clever, huh?!)
Anyway, following the rules, here are "ten honest things" about me...to add to the ten thousand other honest
I kinda hate grammar (and grammar policing)
I have an inevitable crush on both Erlend and Eirik here. And their music, if that's possible.
I've never seen "E.T." and really don't care to.
I feel like I have nothing to contribute to 90 percent of the conversations I hear. I don't watch enough tv it seems. I always mean to watch more, but, you know, something always comes up.
I have an aunt who totally used to look...and sound...like Tina Turner,
before she turned British (Tina, that is, not my aunt)
I used to be a hardcore Tolkien nerd. Let's just call it as it is, shall we? Though I was on the downlow about it, thank the Ainur.
Anyway, at age 13 or so I could read and speak more quenya than any of my
I've been to me...too damned many times. I want to go to freaking Paradise, for just once, please. Is that too much to ask?? Thank you.
This is what I ate tonight. It's actually pretty good. It takes a minimum of cooking (rice), but otherwise, it's precooked. Your apartment will smell like Calcutta for a few days, but, hey, that's the neighbor's problem, right?
I've had a long standing addiction to Dlisted. I think I have a bit of a crush on the evil genius Michael K. So much so that my vocabulary has been completely infected by him: Empress of Lucite, Pots-a-rassi, Fishy, Dreamboat, Hot Slut of the day, the Twin Messiahs, Mah Boo, Chicken Cutlets, Prince Hot Ginge, Rojo Caliente...and so many more....they've all worked their way deep into my psyche.
I'm part Native American. Yes, it's true. My great, great paternal grandmother was full blooded Cherokee.
Married a white man, and that's where it all went wrong. Isn't it always?
I'm a hopeless sap. It's true. I ain't proud of it, but it's true.