I've seen this on a few blogs. It seems like an easy post. I hope I can come up with ten things!
Tattoo's. I already have two. Well one. No, two.One. Two? I got the Chinese characters for Mother, and then I got my dragonflies above it, making it one big tattoo. See it here. Because of a blog post I have decided on my next tattoo. But it is a secret.
I really want to get dentures. Sounds weird, but it's true. My teeth are shot. They suck. The problem is not the money for them, but the fact I am terrified of dentists.
This Diet is kind of annoying. I feel hungry all the time. I am avoiding the scale. I am scared that if I see no movement I will cave and quit the torture.
I think it's weird. I haven't even been in the blogasphere a year, and yet some of the blogs I used to love are now So So. One of them has changed directions completely in the last two weeks. Do I stick it out and hope they get back to normal, or leave them for dead?
(how many is that ? Four? Shit this is harder then I Thought) (Thank god I am not doing the 100 things thingy!!)
Sunday Six is fun and enjoyable for me. But when I have a busy weekend, like the last, it really picks my buns when I can't find time to ask the stupid questions. So far RM, BB and Stupe have been asked, But Stuperman was in video form and you can't here him over the game boy he is playing. The questions this week, about the Oscars, really amused me, so I will not give up.
I keep stopping and playing in goo between each thingy. Blue goo. Ooey gooey. Blue goo, Gooey blue. bluey goo Goo Goo.
DDR is going well. JJ doesn't like doing workout mode So I am not seeing the numbers change, so I don't post them up here. But I worked up a good sweat tonight. Unfortunately I wasn't wearing deodorant.
I need to get.. uhm I typed that and then went to play in the ooey blue goo and forgot what I was going to say.
I am so stumped. You guys can do the last two randoms in the comments for me, OK?
I hate when people say "You Guys" and I always respond in a hurt tone, "But, I'm a girl!" Sometimes I offer to show my boobs to prove it.
There, now all you have to do is leave one random thing about me in the comments. Preferably made up things to amuse me. And I will need someone too peel my grapes whilst I recline on this chaise and read what you all have to say. Any volunteers?
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