Personal Hell Meme
So, as I understand it, you fill out the wee meme questions, and based on the answers, describe your personal hell. Sounds like fun.
A) Three things that, if I eat them, make me physically ill:
1) Root beer. K, it's a drink, but it still makes my tummy ache.
2) Mussels. Their briney taste is so ick.
3) Cheetos/twisties whatever cheese powder covered puff thing. *shudder*
B) Three things that, if I smell them, make me sick (literally):
1) The cat's dirty litter box. I can't wait to make her an indoor/outdoor cat so we never have to change litter again!
2) Vomit. The sound/smell of another person or creature's spew is horrendous.
3) Sour milk. Ugh.
C) Three activities that, if I do them, cause me great physical pain:
1) Checkouts frequently give me a constant ache in the shoulders, like a reminder of the one time a kid smashed my right shoulderblade with a softball.
2) Sitting on the floor to play with legos sends my legs into a mix of sore joints and dead nerves that tingle horrible waking up. My circulation sucks.
3) If I am doing something that uses my hands a lot (typing, writing, whatever), it hurts bad if I DON'T crack my knuckles at some point.
D) Three things I absolutely hate to do:
1) Make appointments.
2) Pack for moving.
3) Fill out forms.
E) Three pet peeves:
1) Customers grabbing plastic bags before I'm finished with them and/or taking a big plastic bag for one or two small items, which could go bagless or in a little bag if necessary. Or asking for their 12-packs to have bags. The bags are too weak to hold them long, srsly.
2) Engaging me in conversation when I'm reading. I'm always caught at a particularly plotty bit, or one the last few pages.
3) Talking to someone and realising that they're not paying me the slightest bit of attention.
F) Three things I won't eat:
1) Sushi. Can't stand seaweed, can't bring myself to put it in my mouth.
2) Creamed corn. Just... no. Way to sweet and also looks kinda like lumpy vomit. See also, porridge.
3) Pumpkin pie. Smells fantastic. Tastes... blah.
G) My three least favorite musical artists:
1) Any of the Disney-fied ones, a la Miley or Jonas Brothers, what have you.
2) Pussycat Dolls can eat my shorts.
3) Whatsisname that sings "the man who can't be moved" he annoys me.
H) My three least favorite television shows (non-reality):
1) Lipstick Jungle
2) CSI: Miami
3) What About Bryan?
I) My three least favorite shows (reality or talk):
1) Dr. Phil
2) Any of them that tries to pair people up, or swap couples and all that just for the spatzy catfights.
3) Any and all game shows. I cannot STAND the way people will talk and talk about their reasoning why they think it's this or that or haven't any idea but it's like, ZOMG stfu and give the answer and move on you idiots.
J) My three least favorite movies at the moment (that I have watched or attempted to watch):
1) Brotherhood of the Wolf. Was bored through, and the men weren't pretty enough.
2) Envy, or well, pretty much any movie with Ben Stiller. Not a big fan of his.
3) Dirty Dancing. No, seriously. Could not stand it.
K) My three least favorite fiction books at the moment (that I have read or attempted to read):
1) Wuthering Heights. Dear god, I can't even remember much, except that Heathcliff was a dick.
2) The Bourne Ultimatum. Identity was okay, Supremacy got a little too far-fetched, and Ultimatum just, no. LOVE the movies though.
3) The Glass Dragon I think it was called. All I can remember was a threesome that made early teen me got WTF and that there was a lot of weird magic and not a very satisfactory ending.
L) My three most hated weather conditions:
1) A fine mist that isn't rain but gets you soaked in two minutes or less anyway.
2) Unrelenting humidity, where even reaching 100% (raining) does little to cool things off.
3) Constant wind for weeks on end that never stops.
So, in my personal hell, I would be stuck with a diet of sushi, mussels, cheetos, creamed corn or porridge with only pumpkin pie for dessert and rootbeer to wash it down. Every day I'd have to clean up dirty kitty litter and vomit (still warm) with no masks or allergies to block the smell. Obviously, if I ventured outside, I would never see the sun unless the wind was blowing near fit to send me flying, and rain would never be a relief. Otherwise I'd be stuck working eight hours without breaks and having to put one item per bag for every customer, never being able to read more than a sentence of a book unless it was Wuthering Heights, the Bourne Ultimatum or the Glass Dragon. TV would be a bust, but it would be that or the books, the books or them, and oh, yeah, C4 would only play songs by artists I hate instead of sometimes having the good ones. To go anywhere or do anything I would first have to make an appointment and fill out a form or ten, and be moving into a new house every three months with the requisite packing and unpacking. Fortunately, my book collection has been decimated to a collection of three.
Fin.
A) Three things that, if I eat them, make me physically ill:
1) Root beer. K, it's a drink, but it still makes my tummy ache.
2) Mussels. Their briney taste is so ick.
3) Cheetos/twisties whatever cheese powder covered puff thing. *shudder*
B) Three things that, if I smell them, make me sick (literally):
1) The cat's dirty litter box. I can't wait to make her an indoor/outdoor cat so we never have to change litter again!
2) Vomit. The sound/smell of another person or creature's spew is horrendous.
3) Sour milk. Ugh.
C) Three activities that, if I do them, cause me great physical pain:
1) Checkouts frequently give me a constant ache in the shoulders, like a reminder of the one time a kid smashed my right shoulderblade with a softball.
2) Sitting on the floor to play with legos sends my legs into a mix of sore joints and dead nerves that tingle horrible waking up. My circulation sucks.
3) If I am doing something that uses my hands a lot (typing, writing, whatever), it hurts bad if I DON'T crack my knuckles at some point.
D) Three things I absolutely hate to do:
1) Make appointments.
2) Pack for moving.
3) Fill out forms.
E) Three pet peeves:
1) Customers grabbing plastic bags before I'm finished with them and/or taking a big plastic bag for one or two small items, which could go bagless or in a little bag if necessary. Or asking for their 12-packs to have bags. The bags are too weak to hold them long, srsly.
2) Engaging me in conversation when I'm reading. I'm always caught at a particularly plotty bit, or one the last few pages.
3) Talking to someone and realising that they're not paying me the slightest bit of attention.
F) Three things I won't eat:
1) Sushi. Can't stand seaweed, can't bring myself to put it in my mouth.
2) Creamed corn. Just... no. Way to sweet and also looks kinda like lumpy vomit. See also, porridge.
3) Pumpkin pie. Smells fantastic. Tastes... blah.
G) My three least favorite musical artists:
1) Any of the Disney-fied ones, a la Miley or Jonas Brothers, what have you.
2) Pussycat Dolls can eat my shorts.
3) Whatsisname that sings "the man who can't be moved" he annoys me.
H) My three least favorite television shows (non-reality):
1) Lipstick Jungle
2) CSI: Miami
3) What About Bryan?
I) My three least favorite shows (reality or talk):
1) Dr. Phil
2) Any of them that tries to pair people up, or swap couples and all that just for the spatzy catfights.
3) Any and all game shows. I cannot STAND the way people will talk and talk about their reasoning why they think it's this or that or haven't any idea but it's like, ZOMG stfu and give the answer and move on you idiots.
J) My three least favorite movies at the moment (that I have watched or attempted to watch):
1) Brotherhood of the Wolf. Was bored through, and the men weren't pretty enough.
2) Envy, or well, pretty much any movie with Ben Stiller. Not a big fan of his.
3) Dirty Dancing. No, seriously. Could not stand it.
K) My three least favorite fiction books at the moment (that I have read or attempted to read):
1) Wuthering Heights. Dear god, I can't even remember much, except that Heathcliff was a dick.
2) The Bourne Ultimatum. Identity was okay, Supremacy got a little too far-fetched, and Ultimatum just, no. LOVE the movies though.
3) The Glass Dragon I think it was called. All I can remember was a threesome that made early teen me got WTF and that there was a lot of weird magic and not a very satisfactory ending.
L) My three most hated weather conditions:
1) A fine mist that isn't rain but gets you soaked in two minutes or less anyway.
2) Unrelenting humidity, where even reaching 100% (raining) does little to cool things off.
3) Constant wind for weeks on end that never stops.
So, in my personal hell, I would be stuck with a diet of sushi, mussels, cheetos, creamed corn or porridge with only pumpkin pie for dessert and rootbeer to wash it down. Every day I'd have to clean up dirty kitty litter and vomit (still warm) with no masks or allergies to block the smell. Obviously, if I ventured outside, I would never see the sun unless the wind was blowing near fit to send me flying, and rain would never be a relief. Otherwise I'd be stuck working eight hours without breaks and having to put one item per bag for every customer, never being able to read more than a sentence of a book unless it was Wuthering Heights, the Bourne Ultimatum or the Glass Dragon. TV would be a bust, but it would be that or the books, the books or them, and oh, yeah, C4 would only play songs by artists I hate instead of sometimes having the good ones. To go anywhere or do anything I would first have to make an appointment and fill out a form or ten, and be moving into a new house every three months with the requisite packing and unpacking. Fortunately, my book collection has been decimated to a collection of three.
Fin.