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This has to be one of the funniest (yet freakishly accurate in description) quiz things I've seen in a long time.
You scored as Syphilis. You're a little bit sexy and a whole lot kinky. Some people might even call you perverted, but we aren't judging you. Your passions do run high, though, and you never forget anything--even if you seem cool at the time. It might take some time, but you always get even... and usually drive your enemies insane in the process. This strange combination of stealth and sex appeal has kept you gainfully, although not always famously employed. Your recent comeback tour is going well, especially since you stopped listening to your critics.
Syphilis
85%
Cholera
65%
Necrotizing Fasciitis
50%
Gangrene
50%
Amoebic Dysentery
45%
Influenza
45%
Common Cold
35%
Malaria
35%
Bubonic Plague
20%
Gonorrhea
15%
Personality-Disease Diagnosis Test
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I got the loveliest bit of feedback from ldthomps for my most recent Oz story: Oz's pangs and Ethan's creepiness shine through in subtle and interesting ways thanks to your prose. Even without the promise of smut, I was compelled to keep reading once I started. Dude. If I ever get my book written, I'm hiring ldthomps to be my publicist.
Random stuff:
Work: Work is just busy enough right now that my desire to slack off for a week is going to bite me in the ass.
Home: I bought dinner at Chicken Out on Tuesday night. A big meal for 4 and a huge slice of chocolate cake. Chris doesn't usually eat sweets, so I figured I was safe. Tuesday night I went downstairs to get the cake and he'd eaten half of it! I ate about 1/4th and put back in the fridge. Last night I went to get the last of it and he'd eaten it!! This morning he got in the shower and I looked up at him and said, "I'm mad at you." His eyes bugged out. "What? What did I do?" "You ate my cake!" He started laughing. "It's not funny. I went to get it at 9:30 and the empty plate was next to you on the couch and you were snoring! I left you there to sleep on the couch. Eat my cake and sleep in the bed, I don't think so. I was PMSing, I needed my cake. *pout* Fuckin' jerk." Don't you wish you were married to me? ;-)
Car: Yesterday afternoon a company-wide e-mail goes out that the car parked in space #72 has a flat tire. Shit. That's my spot. I e-mailed the HR person back and said thanks for letting me know. I grabbed my coat and car keys and headed down to the garage. I was glad I'd worn jeans instead of my fancy embroidered wool skirt that I'd started to wear that morning. So anyway, get down there and my tires? All fine. The cars on either side of me? Fine. The building guy who reported it? Obviously on crack. Never did find out who had a flat (if anyone had a flat at all).
RL meets crazy work life: My department is doing a spoof of Jeopardy for our annual meeting. Meeting is 2/18. On 2/15 -- I have my tryout for the real Jeopardy. We'll see what happens. I didn't make the cut last time, but I'll keep trying. It's my dream. And because it's my dream, my coworkers have graciously made me the winner of our mock game. I love them all.
That's it. Enough of my random ramblings. Back to work. I've got two books on my desk -- one on 'privatization' (of government stuff), the other a directory of U.S. political leaders from 1789 to 2005 (love this book!)
You scored as Syphilis. You're a little bit sexy and a whole lot kinky. Some people might even call you perverted, but we aren't judging you. Your passions do run high, though, and you never forget anything--even if you seem cool at the time. It might take some time, but you always get even... and usually drive your enemies insane in the process. This strange combination of stealth and sex appeal has kept you gainfully, although not always famously employed. Your recent comeback tour is going well, especially since you stopped listening to your critics.
Syphilis
85%
Cholera
65%
Necrotizing Fasciitis
50%
Gangrene
50%
Amoebic Dysentery
45%
Influenza
45%
Common Cold
35%
Malaria
35%
Bubonic Plague
20%
Gonorrhea
15%
Personality-Disease Diagnosis Test
created with QuizFarm.com
I got the loveliest bit of feedback from ldthomps for my most recent Oz story: Oz's pangs and Ethan's creepiness shine through in subtle and interesting ways thanks to your prose. Even without the promise of smut, I was compelled to keep reading once I started. Dude. If I ever get my book written, I'm hiring ldthomps to be my publicist.
Random stuff:
Work: Work is just busy enough right now that my desire to slack off for a week is going to bite me in the ass.
Home: I bought dinner at Chicken Out on Tuesday night. A big meal for 4 and a huge slice of chocolate cake. Chris doesn't usually eat sweets, so I figured I was safe. Tuesday night I went downstairs to get the cake and he'd eaten half of it! I ate about 1/4th and put back in the fridge. Last night I went to get the last of it and he'd eaten it!! This morning he got in the shower and I looked up at him and said, "I'm mad at you." His eyes bugged out. "What? What did I do?" "You ate my cake!" He started laughing. "It's not funny. I went to get it at 9:30 and the empty plate was next to you on the couch and you were snoring! I left you there to sleep on the couch. Eat my cake and sleep in the bed, I don't think so. I was PMSing, I needed my cake. *pout* Fuckin' jerk." Don't you wish you were married to me? ;-)
Car: Yesterday afternoon a company-wide e-mail goes out that the car parked in space #72 has a flat tire. Shit. That's my spot. I e-mailed the HR person back and said thanks for letting me know. I grabbed my coat and car keys and headed down to the garage. I was glad I'd worn jeans instead of my fancy embroidered wool skirt that I'd started to wear that morning. So anyway, get down there and my tires? All fine. The cars on either side of me? Fine. The building guy who reported it? Obviously on crack. Never did find out who had a flat (if anyone had a flat at all).
RL meets crazy work life: My department is doing a spoof of Jeopardy for our annual meeting. Meeting is 2/18. On 2/15 -- I have my tryout for the real Jeopardy. We'll see what happens. I didn't make the cut last time, but I'll keep trying. It's my dream. And because it's my dream, my coworkers have graciously made me the winner of our mock game. I love them all.
That's it. Enough of my random ramblings. Back to work. I've got two books on my desk -- one on 'privatization' (of government stuff), the other a directory of U.S. political leaders from 1789 to 2005 (love this book!)