Coulda Shoulda Woulda
There are many things I should be doing here today. RECs LIST OF DOOM ain't getting any shorter. Instead, a rare meme and some RL hilarity. Why? I can't concentrate through all the awesome fic that is the snarry_olympics. Plus, I been tagged by sevs-lil-secret. I am taking a page out of furiosity's book, and not tagging anyone.
Six ODD things you didn't know about me:
1. I have double-jointed thumbs.
2. I always fall asleep in the dentist's chair when getting major work done. It's just damned relaxing, that chair.
3. If I leave the house without rings on every finger, I feel nekkid.
4. I collect Coca-Cola Memorabilia like a thing possessed, but I can no longer drink it. Much.
5. I use an egg-timer to keep me from zoning out in the morning. Shower going on too long? *DING* Checking the email/f-list too long? *DING* I fucking hate mornings. My mother gave me my first one when I was 17. I've had one since.
6. I haven't touched a public door knob or pin-pad in 15 years. I always - ALWAYS - cover my hand or finger with a sleeve or whatever before I'll touch one. *flesh eating disease - shudder*
And one I liked the looks of, funfunfun...
Ah, how timely.
5 random Things I HATE:
1. Sidewalk Etiquette. Or rather, lack thereof. If you have an UMBRELLA that's UP, you do NOT crowd those of us who DON'T off the sidewalk that has an AWNING. Poke me in the eye with that fucking thing and I will see it finds itself a new home in your ASS. Also, If there is ONE of you, and THREE of us, it makes sense that it would be easier and more polite if YOU moved to the side, because having three different people choose to move in unison in the same direction is UNLIKELY, HMMM?? *stabs*
2. Bad Car Speakers. Like mine.
3. Styrofoam. Especially the stuff they pack electronic equipment in. It's my Kryptonite.
4. Grabby-hands drunks. One way ticket to my special can of Whoop-Ass.
5. Sinus headaches. I'd say migraines, having been a sufferer, but I take a pill for that now. *g*
5 Random Things I LOVE:
1. Bollywood music. I have no fucking idea what they are singing about, and I don't care. It's awesome.
2. Sour-Chews gum. EEE! ♥! *mouth waters at thought*
3. Hearing an old song for the first time in ages and re-loving it. Particularly if it's one that had been on the 'heard way-too-many-times' list. Not anymore!
4. Finding something I thought had been lost.
5. Having someone take care of me when I'm sick. ♥
The little brother comes by the other day, cementing plans for Vegas (aka getting his cash for the plane tickets/hotel). We discuss trip-talk.
Little Brother(tongue-in-cheek): Now, you know that your pointy hat can't fit in the carry-on right? Can't have the flight attendant giving us shit for it.
DJIN7: Hardy-har-har.
LB: I can just picture it: Flight attendant comes down the aisle, sees you in your pointy hat, nicely tells you to remove it, you fight with her, she grabs for it, you screech, "Get away from me, bitch! You'll knock over my POTION!"
DJIN7: HAHAHAHAH! *snicker* You're funny, kid. You know, I'm telling everybody who is going about you and your little stories about us. Dead. Man. Walking.
LB: I know! I can just see it! I'm running down the Strip, being chased by hundreds of crazy women in pointy hats and funny purple robes with stars on them, and I hide in a BROOM closet, and there's no where to go! No. Where. To. Go...
DJIN7: *pictures* *giggles* Hahaha, nope, you'd be toast!
LB: How ironic. Here I am, hiding from a bunch of people who believe BROOMS can FLY, and I'm trapped in a BROOM CLOSET! It's like the old days of trial by fire. I grab a broom, jump off a building, and...
DJIN:...*raises eyebrow* Yes?
LB: Well, you know: if you sink and die, you're not a witch, of you float to the top, you are a witch, and we're gonna kill you anyways. Oh, THE IRONY!
DJIN: BWAHAHAHAH!
Yes. I'll be bringing him to some Lumos function. Oh, yessss......
Cheers!
Six ODD things you didn't know about me:
1. I have double-jointed thumbs.
2. I always fall asleep in the dentist's chair when getting major work done. It's just damned relaxing, that chair.
3. If I leave the house without rings on every finger, I feel nekkid.
4. I collect Coca-Cola Memorabilia like a thing possessed, but I can no longer drink it. Much.
5. I use an egg-timer to keep me from zoning out in the morning. Shower going on too long? *DING* Checking the email/f-list too long? *DING* I fucking hate mornings. My mother gave me my first one when I was 17. I've had one since.
6. I haven't touched a public door knob or pin-pad in 15 years. I always - ALWAYS - cover my hand or finger with a sleeve or whatever before I'll touch one. *flesh eating disease - shudder*
And one I liked the looks of, funfunfun...
Ah, how timely.
5 random Things I HATE:
1. Sidewalk Etiquette. Or rather, lack thereof. If you have an UMBRELLA that's UP, you do NOT crowd those of us who DON'T off the sidewalk that has an AWNING. Poke me in the eye with that fucking thing and I will see it finds itself a new home in your ASS. Also, If there is ONE of you, and THREE of us, it makes sense that it would be easier and more polite if YOU moved to the side, because having three different people choose to move in unison in the same direction is UNLIKELY, HMMM?? *stabs*
2. Bad Car Speakers. Like mine.
3. Styrofoam. Especially the stuff they pack electronic equipment in. It's my Kryptonite.
4. Grabby-hands drunks. One way ticket to my special can of Whoop-Ass.
5. Sinus headaches. I'd say migraines, having been a sufferer, but I take a pill for that now. *g*
5 Random Things I LOVE:
1. Bollywood music. I have no fucking idea what they are singing about, and I don't care. It's awesome.
2. Sour-Chews gum. EEE! ♥! *mouth waters at thought*
3. Hearing an old song for the first time in ages and re-loving it. Particularly if it's one that had been on the 'heard way-too-many-times' list. Not anymore!
4. Finding something I thought had been lost.
5. Having someone take care of me when I'm sick. ♥
The little brother comes by the other day, cementing plans for Vegas (aka getting his cash for the plane tickets/hotel). We discuss trip-talk.
Little Brother(tongue-in-cheek): Now, you know that your pointy hat can't fit in the carry-on right? Can't have the flight attendant giving us shit for it.
DJIN7: Hardy-har-har.
LB: I can just picture it: Flight attendant comes down the aisle, sees you in your pointy hat, nicely tells you to remove it, you fight with her, she grabs for it, you screech, "Get away from me, bitch! You'll knock over my POTION!"
DJIN7: HAHAHAHAH! *snicker* You're funny, kid. You know, I'm telling everybody who is going about you and your little stories about us. Dead. Man. Walking.
LB: I know! I can just see it! I'm running down the Strip, being chased by hundreds of crazy women in pointy hats and funny purple robes with stars on them, and I hide in a BROOM closet, and there's no where to go! No. Where. To. Go...
DJIN7: *pictures* *giggles* Hahaha, nope, you'd be toast!
LB: How ironic. Here I am, hiding from a bunch of people who believe BROOMS can FLY, and I'm trapped in a BROOM CLOSET! It's like the old days of trial by fire. I grab a broom, jump off a building, and...
DJIN:...*raises eyebrow* Yes?
LB: Well, you know: if you sink and die, you're not a witch, of you float to the top, you are a witch, and we're gonna kill you anyways. Oh, THE IRONY!
DJIN: BWAHAHAHAH!
Yes. I'll be bringing him to some Lumos function. Oh, yessss......
Cheers!