Meme shennanigans.

Meme pinched from an older post of eridanea’s.

Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
1. A new transmission.
2. Spare time.
3. A home I OWN.
4. A new feather mattress.

Name Four Scents You Love:
Is this fair? I’m a perfumer, for Hell’s sake.
1. Snake Oil.
2. Books. I love the smell of books.
3. Lust powder: ground roses, cubeb berries and cinnamon.
4. The scent that all occult shops take on after a while.

Name Four Things You’d Never Wear in Public:
1. I’ll agree with eridanea: no big t-shirts.
2. Fangs. *sneer*
3. Anything that looks like a pump, but feels like a sneaker.
4. Those revolting plastic and foam white trash trucker hats.

Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:
1. My backache.
2. The imminent supermarket employee’s strike.
3. How itchy my tattoo is.
4. votum_succendo’s digital Golem collage.

Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. Responded to some Lab email.
2. Finally got some long-promised info to blackrayne.
3. Helped Brian nurse his hangover.
4. Kissed Ted.

Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. Wool dread extensions from synthlox.
2. My obligatory Sugarfree Red Bulls and Marlboro Lights.
3. This.
4. A replacement copy of the Kybalion.

Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don’t Know You Like:
1. T-Rex.
2. Muddy Waters.
3. Gene.
4. Mott the Hoople.

Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. Diet Coke.
2. Sugarfree Red Bull.
3. Iced venti black eye, easy ice.
4. Fruit Punch Gatorade.

First Grade Teacher’s Name?
Mrs. Thompson. She used to make really cute barrettes for the girls in class.

Last Words You Said:
“Good luck.”

Last Song You Sang?
Out of compassion for my fellow man, I don’t sing.

Last Person You Hugged?
Ted.

Last Thing You Laughed At?
A smarmy remark a coworker made about a patron I loathe.

Last Time You Cried?
Months ago. Too long ago to recall.

What’s In Your CD Player?
Civilization 3.

What Color Socks Are You Wearing?
White tube socks. Sans stripes.

What’s Under Your Bed?
You don’t want to know.

What Time Did You Wake Up Today?
8:45am.

Current Taste?
Chocolate muffin.

Current Hair?
Black dreads, long enough to get stuck in the zipper of my Levi’s ALL THE TIME.

Current Clothes?
HA! Tres goth: a Colorado Av’s jersey and Deisel jeans with black and pink patent Vans.

Current Annoyance?
Cramps.

Current Longing?
Chai tea.

Current Desktop Picture
Harley hugging Joker.

Current Worry?
My truck is rattling apart.

Current Hate?
Work.

Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?
Smile.

Last CD You Bought?
Probably a new copy of Slider.

Favorite Place To Be?
Disneyland.

Least Favorite Place?
The Castro on Halloween.

Time You Wake Up In The Morning?
8:30-9:30am.

If You Could Play An Instrument?
Cello.

Favorite Color?(s)
Pink, red, orange.

How Tall Are You?
5’1″.

Current Favorite Word/Saying?
“All great truths begin as blasphemies.”

Favorite Season?
Autumn.

One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To:
If I’m not talking to you, there’s a damn good reason. So the answer is no one.

Favorite Day?
Thursday.

Where Would You Like To Go?
There’s very few places I wouldn’t want to visit.

What Is Your Career Going To Be Like?
Career?

How Many Kids Do You Want?
2

Favorite Car?
’69 Chevelle SS.

A Random Lyric:
Don’t you ever laugh as a hearse goes by,
for you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And cover you up from your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
And then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it out on a slice of bread,
And that’s what you eat when you are dead.