Mememememe, 'Kay Now You.
Courtesy of the very lovely twasadark. Because I've had a superlatively Crap-Arse Week of the Highest Order, punctuated by isolated moments of Incredibly Exciting GLEE. Which of course = meme. And also because a bunch of people have randomly friended me lately and if y'all comment, I can actually find out who the merry hell you sneaky buggers are! Or if you've been hanging around my journal like a fart in church for some time then you can comment too, and make my brain hurt while I think of something interesting to ask you that I don't already know.
And make sure you leave me something good and random in comments. Make me go WTF? *claps, squeals*
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
1. What's the deal with you and weaponry as it relates to Dean Winchester? I know there's something I'm missing ...
Do I actually have to...HOMG. I have to EXPLAIN that? I'm not explaining that. That's like asking: What's the deal with how your fingers are like, all attached to your body and stuff. Besides, there's this:
and this:
and then this:
Of course, there's always this:
and then catsbycat went and did this:
I think you get the general idea.
2. How many cups of coffee do you consume every morning?
*cries* Do I has to be honest? I do, don't I? FUCK YOU, TWELVE STEP PROGRAM. Okay. When I get up in the morning I stumble straight to the french press and make ONE Espresso. The mug? Oh, ahahahahahaha. You don't has to see that. *hides oversized novelty mug* Okay, FINE. I maybe have two of those. And then on the way to work I sometimes get a latte at the Muzz Buzz place. But only if I drive. If I'm on the train, then I just THINK about lattes all the way into work. It's been said that 85 percent of twenty- to thirty-year-old males think about sex every fifty-two seconds. I'm a bit like that with caffeine.
3. If you were an animal, what kind would you be and why?
I know it's terribly dull, but I think I'd be a cat. I'm all of a feline's worst possible traits rolled into one screwed-up, irritating individual. It's a minor miracle I have any friends at all, what with the sporadic, affected, conditional affection I tender.
4. Speaking of animals, how is your most rambunctious pet like you?
Neffi. *sigh* Oh, Neffi. You are like me in that when someone points to something, you spend ten minutes looking at the end of their finger before you figure that shit out. *facepalm*
5. What hobby do you have that has nothing to do with horses or Supernatural?
I twirl knives. Butter knives, bread knives, daggers. If I don't have a knife, I do it with pens, scissors, sticks, staplers, remotes, whatever is in reach.
Oh, and Pilates. I do a bit of that, too, but I grumble about it. *is lazy*
And make sure you leave me something good and random in comments. Make me go WTF? *claps, squeals*
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
1. What's the deal with you and weaponry as it relates to Dean Winchester? I know there's something I'm missing ...
Do I actually have to...HOMG. I have to EXPLAIN that? I'm not explaining that. That's like asking: What's the deal with how your fingers are like, all attached to your body and stuff. Besides, there's this:
and this:
and then this:
Of course, there's always this:
and then catsbycat went and did this:
I think you get the general idea.
2. How many cups of coffee do you consume every morning?
*cries* Do I has to be honest? I do, don't I? FUCK YOU, TWELVE STEP PROGRAM. Okay. When I get up in the morning I stumble straight to the french press and make ONE Espresso. The mug? Oh, ahahahahahaha. You don't has to see that. *hides oversized novelty mug* Okay, FINE. I maybe have two of those. And then on the way to work I sometimes get a latte at the Muzz Buzz place. But only if I drive. If I'm on the train, then I just THINK about lattes all the way into work. It's been said that 85 percent of twenty- to thirty-year-old males think about sex every fifty-two seconds. I'm a bit like that with caffeine.
3. If you were an animal, what kind would you be and why?
I know it's terribly dull, but I think I'd be a cat. I'm all of a feline's worst possible traits rolled into one screwed-up, irritating individual. It's a minor miracle I have any friends at all, what with the sporadic, affected, conditional affection I tender.
4. Speaking of animals, how is your most rambunctious pet like you?
Neffi. *sigh* Oh, Neffi. You are like me in that when someone points to something, you spend ten minutes looking at the end of their finger before you figure that shit out. *facepalm*
5. What hobby do you have that has nothing to do with horses or Supernatural?
I twirl knives. Butter knives, bread knives, daggers. If I don't have a knife, I do it with pens, scissors, sticks, staplers, remotes, whatever is in reach.
Oh, and Pilates. I do a bit of that, too, but I grumble about it. *is lazy*