Ask Me Something

I have decided that in light of my recent more serious blogs, I would like to post something more fun, so I have dug up a questionnaire from the internet depths, and answered it as humorously as possible!

 

1.  At which store would you like to max-out your credit card?

I would like to never max out a credit card. That’s the real dream.

2.   What was your favorite TV show when growing up?

I have had multiple. My favorite when I was 6 or so was Zaboomafoo. I felt like such a brainiac for knowing that another name for chickpeas was garbanzo bean.

3.   Choose a movie title for the story of your life.

Desperado

5.    What was your favorite toy as a kid?

My sister’s patience.

6.    How old is the oldest pair of shoes in your closet?

Old enough for them to tell me it’s my fault they turned out this way, and to move in with their crap boyfriend and post passive aggressive messages on Facebook about our time together.

7.    Can you play any instruments?

I play violin and the viola. They are in fact different. Don’t ask me how.

 

8.  What is your favorite cereal?

Special K strawberries is out of this freakin’ world. My only problem with it is that they don’t fill me up enough. That is my experience with all cereal though. Most likely because of the sugars…

 

9.  What’s the strangest talent you have?

I can always find my mom’s candy. She hides these little bags of chocolates or gummies, and I can always find them. Even though I no longer live at home, I still will stop by the house, locate her stash, take some, and see if she notices.

10.  Do you have any strange phobias?

Fish and bird feet.

Strong freak outs happen. Even watching the lobster in the tank at the grocery store freaks me out some days.

11.  Which way does your toilet paper hang on the wall – over or under?

Neither. It is unravelled on the floor because my cat can be a d*ck.

 

12.  What is one thing that all of your love-interests have had in common?

They all have had at least some point made the unpleasant discovery that I am not a morning person, and your best move is to set out coffee and leave me in peace, or just quietly co-exist with me until I consume coffee.
I remember the worst time I had was when an ex and I had a practical joke of throwing random soft items at each other to wake the other person up.
This joke came to an abrupt end when one morning he awoke a little too early, and threw a sweater at my face. He was mortified to find from a dead sleep I could catch the garment mid air prior to it hitting me, and from the depths of my soul a demonic voice erupted.

It was one of the most sedated breakfasts I’ve ever attended after that.

 

 

13.  What is the worst pet you have ever had?

A hamster that bit me. A lot. You can’t punish/train something that will break if you sneeze on it. At least my cat can handle the consequences of his misdemeanours. He knows when he is in big trouble he is in a time out in my basement. This is not an exaggeration.

14. Are you childish?

I enjoy a good swaddle, what can I say?

15. What motivates you to work out?

Well, often the excuse to eat more as a reward, but if I’m being honest… When I have certain people that insist I work out with them, I’m motivated to do so. Not because it’s my thing, but because after they watch my weak a** fail to complete a pushup in a minute they get fed up, and I get to leave and they never ask me to workout again. Knowing that I won’t ever be asked to return to a gym or fitness regiment is more than a girl could ask for.

 

Anyway, thanks to those of you who suffered through this post. Believe me I tried to write something less… crap. However, I gave up. Obviously.

eyeroll

 

 

 

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