November 13, 2005
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
I totally snagged this from Roo mostly because I desperately want to keep this blog alive and I can't think of a damn thing worth writing about, unless you want to hear day-in and day-out about my commute and my long hours and my ignorant boss...which I don't think you do.
So thanks, sweetie!
A is for Age—34
B is for Booze—Cabernet or Newcastle or Guiness
C is for Career—Submissions publisher at a pharmaceutical company
D is for Dad's name—Michael (I am not a junior)
E is for Essential items to bring to a party—My sense of humor, my fake smile (because I hate crowds, and don't take it personally), enough cigarettes to get through the night and share with the inevitable "recent quitter," enough gum to cover up cigarettes and booze in case Mr. Right just happens to appear that night, which he never does, of course
F is for Favorite article of clothing—my blue hoodie sweatshirt, so soft and warm, and my new blue baseball cap, five bucks from Wally World, with a big yellow "M" on it, which stands for "Michael" and not "Michigan"
G is for Goof off thing to do—I so wanted to come up with something more intellectual, but intellects don't goof off, do they? The Internet or more specifically del.icio.us
H is for Hometown—Now, is that the town you grew up in? Or the town you currently call home? Cedar Rapids, Iowa for the former; Oakland, Calif. for the latter.
I is for Instrument you play—Ha ha. Oh, I'm laughing at that one. I used to play the clarinet and the bass clarinet. That's not the funny one, though.
J is for Jam or Jelly you like—Strawberry jam
K is for Kids—None ever!
L is for Living arrangement—Share a loft with a crazy
M is for Music I like—I can't believe people still ask this. I love so many artists, I can't possibly name them all here. Let me just say again that I have become mildly obsessed with Shirley Manson and Garbage, and I think she's super brilliant.
N is for Name of your first pet—A bitchy calico cat named Samantha.
O is for overnight hospital stays—When I was like six or something, I had a distended bowel or something, and I had to have a hospital stay. Nothing since.
P is for Phobias—Spiders, suffocation, crowds
Q is for Quote you like—The one on the home page about men and women not living together or some such from Katharine Hepburn
S is for Siblings—One sister, three years younger
T is for Texas, ever been—Only in the Dallas airport during a layover from CID to SAN on the way to basic training in the US Navy
U is for Unique trait—My gift of not being concise when I speak or write. I can't do it. I just can't.
W is for Worst traits—I'm a brooding, sometimes self-obsessed individual who worries inwardly and tends to never talk to anyone around him unless absolutely necessary, even though I am a fairly friendly sort when you get me going.
X is for X-Rays you've had—My right hand when I fell on a patch of ice and thought I may have broken it, and which was only sprained. Drama!
Y is for Yummy food you make— PB&J, English muffins with lots of butter and strawberry jam, chocolate chip cookies, brownies, banana bread
Z is for Zodiac sign—Cancer
