Tag! I’m it.

So apparently there is this blog tagging going around and I have been tagged by the infamous Whoredinary. Thank you kindly.

So here’s how it works:

1. Post these rules.
2. Post a photo of yourself and* eleven random facts about you.
3. Answer the questions given to you in the tagger’s post.
4. Create eleven new questions and tag new people to answer them.
5. Go to their blog/Twitter and let them know they have been tagged.

11 Random Facts:
  1. My feet fall asleep all the time because I sit cross-legged in my bed when I am using my laptop.
  2. I use the box my laptop came in as a makeshift desk; it works well that way.
  3. I have self-diagnosed social anxiety, I can’t go anywhere alone.
  4. I love music, especially rock.
  5. Coming up with this shit is getting difficult.
  6. I rarely watch T.V. Grey’s Anatomy is so far the only show I’ve kept up with.
  7. I worry all the time about stupid shit and big shit.
  8. I take daily naps, be jealous.
  9. Coffee is my way of life. I drink it twice a day.
  10. I am getting excited that 11 is almost up.
  11. Yay!! Lastly, I eat cereal like it’s going out of style.
11 Random Answers:

1. Do you think I’m pretty? Oh so pretty? As pretty as pretty can be?

You’re gorgeous, darling.

2. Having a choice between paying or being paid for it, which would you prefer? (she’s talking sex)

If it were a must, being paid for it obviously. But they’d have to be hot. I’m picky.

3. Have you ever paid and/or been paid for it?

I plead the 5th. ;)

4. What’s your porn name? (Your first pet’s name and the street you lived on)

Ki Gampoint

5. Do these questions make you feel uncomfortable?

Nope. Well, kind of. Maybe a little. Eh. I don’t know.

6. What’s your favorite sexy song?

“I’m bringing sexy back” of course!

7. Having woken up on a deserted island, what is the first thing you would do?

Cry. Then panic.

8. If you came to Western Canada would you visit me?

Maybe…

9. Please?

Well since you asked nicely, sure.

10. Do you have pets?

A dog.

11. Can I have one?

Nope. Sorry.

11 8 Random Questions:
  1. Do you prefer rainy days or sunny days?
  2. Do you have any tattoos and if so what do they mean to you?
  3. What is your stance on same-sex marriage?
  4. What is your favorite genre of music, why?
  5. Have you ever broke the law?
  6. What’s your favorite memory?
  7. If you could do anything in the world, what would you be doing?
  8. I’m stopping at 8, is that OK with you?
11 Random Bloggers:

WhiskeyintheAM

Jet

CrankyGiraffe

Not Quite Alice

AliceAtWonderland

Tracy

Sass & Balderdash

MerBear

ABoldPerch

Chowderhead

Daan

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*picture is on my about & contact page. Secondly, I tried to make my choices a little less sexist toward the end there. Thirdly, you are in no pressure to take part. It would be cool if you did though. Last and finally, sorry if some of my picks are incestuous and you’ve been picked before by others. The thought of back tracking it and all that fun jazz was just too daunting.

 

 

The Perks of Being a Loner

Well, I don’t have any friends basically. I mean, I have one friend, but I never see her so I may as well say I don’t have any friends. So, I am going to attempt to make a list on what I find to be perks in my current situation. I doubt it will be a very long list, but as I said this is an attempt.

  1. Everything you want to do is on your time, your schedule.
  2. You have a lot of time to read.
  3. With all the free time you really get to know yourself.

Yeah, that’s all I have now. You’re welcome.

Lost

When I was about 7 or 8 years of age, my sister had come home from school with one of her friends. Well her friend’s mom was pissed to say the least and wanted her home immediately. My mom was at work so my sister got the bright idea for us to bike her friend home. That wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if her friend didn’t live at least a half-hour car ride away from our house. I of course didn’t want to go and my sister couldn’t leave me behind, apparently that kind of thing is against the law.

The ride there wasn’t bad — at least I don’t remember it so it couldn’t have been — but coming home was a different story. My sister got us lost and it was getting dark. All I can remember really is being so tired of peddling and so scared that I was walking my bike and crying hysterically behind my sister who kept telling me to shut up. We finally ended up in a neighborhood she knew and we knocked on the door of some lady’s house who drove us home with our bikes in tow and promised she wouldn’t say anything to our mom.

I didn’t keep my promise. I had been so terrified that I told my mom that night and my sister got in trouble.

Cutting

I used to cut. I have 3 well-placed scars on my left wrist — for all who meet and know me to see. I have thought about it lately because of a post I read a while back where the blogger mentions you are never an ex-cutter just as you are never an ex-addict.

I don’t know if I agree with that.

The last time I cut was at least 12 years ago. I have no desires to do so now. I was just a kid then. A very angst-filled spoiled little girl with some major issues. I think because I was cutting at a young age, now the idea of it seems ridiculous to me.

I can believe in the theory once and addict always an addict, but it’s hard for me to believe in once a cutter always a cutter.

God?

Last night in bed I lied there wondering if there is a God. It really got me for some reason because in my mind, if there were, he’d be able to communicate with us in some fashion. Unless in the game of life that is considered cheating. I don’t know.

Religion has always been odd for me. I feel awkward in churches and especially when trying to read the Bible. I get the strangest sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. My parents never did the church or any kind of religious thing with my sister and I growing up. I’d go to Sunday school with a friend, but we were young enough for the coloring class with the lemonade and sugar cookies. I went a couple of times with older friends, but I don’t really remember the experience.

I would just find it interesting if there wasn’t a God. If this world was total happenstance. That would be almost as weird as sitting in church. I guess it boils down to me not knowing what I believe in. I cross my fingers instead of praying. I do on occasion say “Thank God”, but I think that’s more out of habit. I also will say “God Dammit” if you must know. I know, I know I am a terrible person.

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