Ten-Day Meme, Day Eight
G'morning, and happy New Year's Eve to all and sundry!
Sat up too late last night, courtesy of a pot of rather strong Jasmine Pearls tea (white tea rolled into little balls containing jasmine flowers) in the new kettle I got for Christmas. It's a pretty thing, cast iron patterned with bamboo, very squat and broad; good thing the iron's very pure and coated or I'd have my usual bad reaction to the sulfur on its surface. Far as I can tell, this has no sulfur-- must've been cast at a very high temperature. It's nice to use cast iron without itching like hell for a change, and the kettle's really pretty. But anyway-- tried to sleep, couldn't sleep, so I dragged out my knitting and worked on and off until much, much too early in the morning. **yawn** I'll pay for it later, but whatever.
Tonight I'm heading to lil_1337 's with munchies to help make tamales for tomorrow; I feel much, much better, but I'm not gonna push it-- if I start to drag, I'll sit my ass down and rest. NO MORE FLU. I've had enough, thanks.
Lessee, today's bit of the meme should be interesting...
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. Attention, pure and simple. If I'm boring you, go away; if I'm not, let me know, dammit. A friend of mine in the SCA used to have a motto in Provençal French painted around the border of her pavilion that translated out into 'Love me, hate me, but do not ignore me.' I totally concur. I promise, I'll give as good as I get. I have a, well, let's call it a 'deep-seated fear of being ignored or abandoned' and leave it at that... and it isn't that I have to be on stage all the time, anything but. But if you want my attention for friendship or more than that, then give me yours and make it unmistakable. I will pay it back.
2. Touch. I'm reliably told that I'm a texture-whore; yeah, well... **grins sheepishly** Head-skritches and backrubs will melt me, sensations of fabric like velvet or fur will distract me enormously... I love unexpected textures, tree-bark and sand and linen and ashes and feathers and vinyl and mud, all of them. Skin is just freakin' amazing, the things it picks up.
3. Joy. Goodbye, Mister or Ms. Emo, I'm not interested in you, I have no time for people who're being morose to make themselves fascinating-- doesn't work on me, y'all. I don't mean that I won't care about or be attracted to somebody who has a legitimate reason for sorrow or pain, just that... I'm a sucker for smiles, if they're genuine; I love the way they light up people's eyes and change their entire body-language, people smile with everything, not just their faces. If I like you and you're sad, I'll try to find your smile.
And there you go. Yeah, that WAS more fun than yesterday's!
Okay, gotta go buy groceries so I don't get stuck running around tomorrow trying to find an open store. Brrrrrr, it's cold outside; when I woke up it was 30 degrees and there was ice outside. Can't see the mountains at all, the cloudfloor is at ground-level today, but I bet we got a TON of snow on Mt. Lemon. **shivershiverbrrrrrrrr** Glad I knitted me a hat, think I'll wear it today.
Have a happy and safe New Year's Eve, all, and keep bundled up.
Sat up too late last night, courtesy of a pot of rather strong Jasmine Pearls tea (white tea rolled into little balls containing jasmine flowers) in the new kettle I got for Christmas. It's a pretty thing, cast iron patterned with bamboo, very squat and broad; good thing the iron's very pure and coated or I'd have my usual bad reaction to the sulfur on its surface. Far as I can tell, this has no sulfur-- must've been cast at a very high temperature. It's nice to use cast iron without itching like hell for a change, and the kettle's really pretty. But anyway-- tried to sleep, couldn't sleep, so I dragged out my knitting and worked on and off until much, much too early in the morning. **yawn** I'll pay for it later, but whatever.
Tonight I'm heading to lil_1337 's with munchies to help make tamales for tomorrow; I feel much, much better, but I'm not gonna push it-- if I start to drag, I'll sit my ass down and rest. NO MORE FLU. I've had enough, thanks.
Lessee, today's bit of the meme should be interesting...
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. Attention, pure and simple. If I'm boring you, go away; if I'm not, let me know, dammit. A friend of mine in the SCA used to have a motto in Provençal French painted around the border of her pavilion that translated out into 'Love me, hate me, but do not ignore me.' I totally concur. I promise, I'll give as good as I get. I have a, well, let's call it a 'deep-seated fear of being ignored or abandoned' and leave it at that... and it isn't that I have to be on stage all the time, anything but. But if you want my attention for friendship or more than that, then give me yours and make it unmistakable. I will pay it back.
2. Touch. I'm reliably told that I'm a texture-whore; yeah, well... **grins sheepishly** Head-skritches and backrubs will melt me, sensations of fabric like velvet or fur will distract me enormously... I love unexpected textures, tree-bark and sand and linen and ashes and feathers and vinyl and mud, all of them. Skin is just freakin' amazing, the things it picks up.
3. Joy. Goodbye, Mister or Ms. Emo, I'm not interested in you, I have no time for people who're being morose to make themselves fascinating-- doesn't work on me, y'all. I don't mean that I won't care about or be attracted to somebody who has a legitimate reason for sorrow or pain, just that... I'm a sucker for smiles, if they're genuine; I love the way they light up people's eyes and change their entire body-language, people smile with everything, not just their faces. If I like you and you're sad, I'll try to find your smile.
And there you go. Yeah, that WAS more fun than yesterday's!
Okay, gotta go buy groceries so I don't get stuck running around tomorrow trying to find an open store. Brrrrrr, it's cold outside; when I woke up it was 30 degrees and there was ice outside. Can't see the mountains at all, the cloudfloor is at ground-level today, but I bet we got a TON of snow on Mt. Lemon. **shivershiverbrrrrrrrr** Glad I knitted me a hat, think I'll wear it today.
Have a happy and safe New Year's Eve, all, and keep bundled up.