
Just in time for Christmas, my delightful friend Stephen tagged me to do this meme. I feel compelled to do it, almost like one of those emails you have to forward to seven friends and then wait for the phone to ring.
Anyway, here it is. Oh, and let's see if RobOrange and Java might do this one as my tag-ees.
1. If you could kill someone (or injure them egregiously) who would it be and why? Bonus points for ‘how’.
I would never want to kill anyone, or even injure them. But there’s this bitch I know who causes nothing but trouble. She can certainly go. And how? Cast her in a play. She would suck so bad she’d be pelted to death with rocks.
2. You have been given 25 Million dollars, and you have to spend it all (no donations to charity or investing). What do you spend it on?
A big ol’ huge piece of land with a fairly average-sized home for me and Michael somewhere warm. Then homes for all my family.
3. You have the opportunity to steal anything in the world without getting caught. What is it and why?
This is a very materialistic question, and I really don’t care for the material things. So I guess I would steal all the money from a huge Swiss bank, and not have to work for the rest of my life.
4. You have the opportunity to pawn off one facet of your life to someone else forever. What is it and why?
My temper. No question. It’s my downfall whenever it rears its ugly head.

5. If you could have sex with anyone (or anything) throughout the history of the world without repercussions, who or what would it be and why?
Wow… this is a difficult question! I don’t usually think about having sex with people who are now dead. Someone sexy. Someone who I wouldn’t otherwise have any chance of having sex with—so someone straight. You know, JFK Jr. was always pretty hot and unattainable to me. Yeah, JFK Jr. This was a tough one, because any answer seems so shallow.
6. Describe the time in your life when you were the most bitterly jealous.
About 3 years ago, almost to the date I am writing this. I was burning a holiday CD on the computer when a little alert popped up telling me I had a new email message. I thought it odd, since I wasn’t even online. Turns out, my husband had been online and never signed off. The email was for him—and it was from the man he’d been having a long-distance affair with for nearly a year. It was the first I knew of it, and it ruined my Christmas. (I kept it to myself until February, but that’s a story for another post!)
7. If you could have free, no-death, GOOD plastic surgery on anything and everything that you want, what would you alter and why?
Well, I used to hate my nose. My skin is a little scarred near my temples from adolescent acne. I’ve a
lways wanted a bigger wienie. But the one thing I would alter (and it doesn’t really involve plastic surgery) is my teeth. I was given a lot of tetracycline as an infant, so my teeth came in discolored and have stayed that way. I also dislike that my two front teeth look like rabbit teeth because the ones next to them are slightly crooked. This is something I will probably have fixed one day—just my own personal thing.
lways wanted a bigger wienie. But the one thing I would alter (and it doesn’t really involve plastic surgery) is my teeth. I was given a lot of tetracycline as an infant, so my teeth came in discolored and have stayed that way. I also dislike that my two front teeth look like rabbit teeth because the ones next to them are slightly crooked. This is something I will probably have fixed one day—just my own personal thing.
5 comments:
Another tetracycline baby is/was me. My teeth have been a nightmare for what seems like forever. After having so many removed, patched etc. I gave up about three years ago when one got infected and the infection went into my eye ("It burns!").
So I had all the fuckers pulled out. Yep. Got nice Hollywood white chompuers. And no regrets. And I'm oh so popular now. It makes all the boys come to my yard for my milkshake.
ROFL!
"It burns!" One of my favorite quotes from a movie I love!
I was just discussing the teeth thing with the boyfriend this morning. I said I wanted to do veneers or something. He said I shouldn't care what my teeth look like. Oh, but I still do. I told him it's been a lifelong issue for me, not just some shallow vanity thing.
I will do it one day. it will make "all the boys come to my yard for my milkshake." Hi-larious!
My mother knocked out her two top brand new permanent teeth when she was about 8 years old. They broke off, leaving the roots in place. This was in the mid 1940s. She got caps, but they were metal- whatever silver-colored stuff they used back then. So from the time she was in second grade until after she graduated high school she had metal front teeth. Think James Bond's nemesis "Jaws," only cuter. She finally had the teeth pulled and got a bridge, but not until I had moved out of the house, sometime in the last 20 years.
Oh, also, I've finished my 7 deadlies meme. Check the blog for details. And pay no attention to the marshmallow above the curtain.
Okay, you've GOT to tell the story related to #6. Inquiring minds (and boys in the yard with milkshakes) want to know.
Mark :-)
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