Friday Five courtesy of thefridayfive
What is something you collect? Why?
Just one thing? Oh, um, well...I've got quite the collection of Gatchaman related merchandise. It's mostly figurines. Why? Uh, I like Gatchaman?
If you could make one ice cream flavor, what would the ingredients be and what would be the name?
PB&H Swirl: peanut butter ice cream with honey swirled into it.
What can't you go a day without?
My morning can of Diet Coke.
What position do you sleep in? *back, right side, left side, stomach...ETC*
I generally start out on my right side, but usually wake up on my stomach or left side.
What is your typical morning routine before work/school?
Smack the snooze button 1 or 2 (dozen) times, stumble into the bathroom to do the bathroom stuffus, stumble back to the bedroom, stare at my clothes for 5 minutes before deciding what to wear, stumble out to the living room, tell the cats to get out my way already, run down to the car, bitch n' moan down the Tollway, bitch n' moan that my favorite parking spot is once again taken by someone else, stop by the break room for that morning can of Diet Coke, dodge the flying rubber bands, collapse at my desk and hook up the caffeine.
Just one thing? Oh, um, well...I've got quite the collection of Gatchaman related merchandise. It's mostly figurines. Why? Uh, I like Gatchaman?
If you could make one ice cream flavor, what would the ingredients be and what would be the name?
PB&H Swirl: peanut butter ice cream with honey swirled into it.
What can't you go a day without?
My morning can of Diet Coke.
What position do you sleep in? *back, right side, left side, stomach...ETC*
I generally start out on my right side, but usually wake up on my stomach or left side.
What is your typical morning routine before work/school?
Smack the snooze button 1 or 2 (dozen) times, stumble into the bathroom to do the bathroom stuffus, stumble back to the bedroom, stare at my clothes for 5 minutes before deciding what to wear, stumble out to the living room, tell the cats to get out my way already, run down to the car, bitch n' moan down the Tollway, bitch n' moan that my favorite parking spot is once again taken by someone else, stop by the break room for that morning can of Diet Coke, dodge the flying rubber bands, collapse at my desk and hook up the caffeine.