Laura tagged me. Yes she did, and now I’m supposed to write eight facts, things and/or habits about myself here. Then I have to choose six people to tag, list their names and send them a message somehow so they know they’ve been tagged.
Well whoopie.
One: I am not actually six foot, four inches tall. I am actually six feet, three and three quarters inches tall. Very close, but no cigar.
Two: My favorite color is actually a deep green,yellow grey.
Three: Right now I’m listening to “I can’t tell you why” by the Eagles, and I’m pretty embarrassed about it too, but I’m singing along like I wrote the song myself.
Four: I don’t actually enjoy DJ’ing, and though I wouldn’t have it any other way in reality, I secretly wish I made my living doing less maverick, and less emotionally abusive work.
Five: I fall in love about a dozen times a day. I never say anything about it. Never tell a soul. I strive (and often fail) to convert that overwhelming feeling of love into altruistic devotion to the universe. To let love go and flit like confetti into the wind often feels better than ever saying a word.
Six: I sleep with my arms wrapped around a pillow, and often wake in the morning, still dreaming, and talk to the pillow and imagine that it’s you. It makes waking up a bitter-sweet experience.
Seven: I eat Pizza at least three times a week for dinner. I love pizza.
Eight: I am happy in any weather but cold. I love the sun, the rain, the fog, the wind, the mist, and everything in between… but I don’t like the cold.
Ok, I did it. Now no tag backs!
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Thank you for indulging me Sunshine! I sleep with my arms around a pillow too and I’m not really 5′1″, I’m actually 5′3/4″.
: )
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c’mon then:)
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I’m so with you on the weather- I love it all too except the cal-darn cold. (Somehow today I resurrected that expression, cal-darn, except noone seems to have heard it before besides me. Haven’t you?
Me, I’m actually five-five dot five, as I’ve been told.
Yes, pillows are wonderful and worthy of lots of hugs. I think a bed would be a terribly lonely place without them- the yummy pillows and the silly cats!
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l love pizza too but only eat it once a week
will have to take you to Goodlife organic pizza on your next visit
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sunshine…
this is copied and pasted from my livejournal. thanks for the tag!
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I’ve been tagged. Sunshine tagged me, so now I’m gonna do it to ya’ll. I have to write eight things about me, and then tag six people to go next. This is an open invite to anyone on my friend’s page to go ahead and consider themselves tagged. I’ll e-mail six other people who aren’t on it and tag them as well.
1) I just had my head buzz-cut today. My hair was starting to get it’s characteristic curliness, which is just grand and lovable, except that it just never looks right on my head. I enjoy having my hair buzzed off. It feels like months of stress or anxiety are being pulled off my head in crisp full packages of dead cells. Like my hair holds my worry, my doubts, my secret nerotic twinges. I feel light without it, carefree, and empty again. Time will tick past me a bit, and the hair will fill out and up, and somehow or another it will fill up again with the yearnings and contagious confusion that increasingly comes to define me. But for now, on this lovely day, with the light filterning through the branching tree in front of me, at this non-decript annonymous coffee-house with this french-pressed coffee staining my teeth and bouncing false energy between the spaces of my brain-stem, I can be as light and effortless as I imagine I must once have been, when youth was all I knew and nothing about my life had yet proved a dissapointment to anyone.
2) I like the IDEA of house music, but I was never one to remember this DJ or that producer. I misunderstand most messeges that are conveyed through music, except those that are spoken in word. Word is all I ever really understand. Words are my power-place, and it’s where I’m comfortable. I understand the terrible deficiency this can be. I just want an excuse to dance. I am not a collector. Not a collector of music history, political irony, or focused movement. I’ve tried on various shirts with collector signals and pins attached, but I could always tell it didn’t fit. I just like to show off the sleek softness of the only body I’ve ever had, which is so terribly gangly and uncertain when sitting or standing, but seems (to me at least) to rise off the ground when dancing, like the gravity got turned off. The gravity in my head, and the gravity of the earth.
3) I find women who find me attractive and let me know it TERRIBLY disconcerting. There is no surer way to run me out the room than to slip me a wink. SCARY. I’m still like, five or so, when it comes to this whole relationship and sex thing. There are certain unfortunate consequences to this in my life. Terrible lonliness would be one, compounded by the memory of all the wonderful cool ladies who’ve wanted me at one time or another, which causes me to take my right hand and smack it firmly upside my forehead over and over again. There’s only so much time you can spend pushing people away…before you find yourself with nobody to push.
4) Dispite all evidence, my life is extremely FUN more often than it’s anything else. This is entirely the fault of all the amazing people I have in my life. If it were up to me, I’d be a manic depressive. They love me too good and too much, so instead I’m amazingly happy.
5) I, too, fall in love fifty million times a day. People break my heart with the pain and discomfort they cause so many other people. Bullies in big cars. Fear-filled painmongers in diamond-crested livelihoods. I don’t want to fight anymore. I still go over my day many times, and highlight those moments that I may have hurt somebody else. I am constantly dissapointed with myself, and yet I don’t know how to use that dissapointment to make changes in my behaviour.
6) Thinking of my friends always makes me giggle. It’s how I know that I really love them. If I think of them, and I giggle. Humour is still the only thing I can express without the confusing complications of other forms of loving. I just thought of Christina, and I giggled. Something about pupe-ing.
7) I smoke too many cigarettes.
8) I wish I could feel good about some decision in my life. Just completely and wholey good about one thing. One thing that I did where I can go, “that was a good thing…and I should have done it and did.” Doubt is what is killing the potential within me.