West Coast-dweller, screenwriter, and lover of food (haggis excluded), Write Procrastinator, has officially tagged me with a new and brilliant quiz, meme, thingy, whatever. Being tagged is a lot like having sex when you’re tired: you may not want to when you start but after a few minutes it feels okay.
-- I was born at 4:31pm in the afternoon.
-- I have a birthmark on my right thigh that is shaped like a seahorse.
-- When I was a child I had a huge crush on Davy Jones from The Monkees.
-- My first kiss was in the basement of my friend Tanya’s house during her birthday party. His name was Mark and the song “Juicy Fruit” by Mtume was on the radio.
-- I check both bedroom closets for crazed intruders before I turn off the lights and go to bed. I don't know why because I don't have a weapon. I'd have to fend off any attack with a clutch purse or a skirt.
Friday, October 27, 2006
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You're right, I didn't know those 5 things. Of course, we're going to have to ask for proof of that seahorse birthmark.
I've heard that 95% of crazed intruder attacks were avoided by clutch purses and high heels...of course 99% of statistics are totally fabricated during the course of a conversation.
You see? That's the hard hitting insight that the New York Times, The Enquirer, Inside Edition, and NBC Dateline couldn't find out!
"I was born at 4:31pm in the afternoon."
I can relate, I was 10:58am and I've been doing everything I can to make sure that I don't have to wake up any sooner than that.
"I check both bedroom closets for crazed intruders before I turn off the lights and go to bed."
And see? There's the honesty. Everyone has that little thing that keeps them awake before they go to bed. Especially after a Stephen King short story or two.
High heels work, remember that scene in "Single White Female," where the Jennifer Jason Leigh does in the guy from "Wings?"
Thank you very much for particpating and humoring me.
That song is perfect for a kiss, no wonder you would remember it. I liked Mickey Dolenz...I can't think why now, I just know I did :O)
but remember the Episode of Sex and the City where the crazed person was after her for her heels (Blahniks in fact). Maybe you should install an alarm system for your closet.
I thought about it Zombie, but after the underwear post last week I don't think this is the right time for a thigh shot. ;)
It was fun, WP! Thanks for the tag. Actually, my closet problem comes directly from a Stephen King short story called "The Boogeyman" that I read in my younger days. I won't spoil the story for anyone but I was so creeped out.
It was perfect for a kiss, wasn't it, Mel? If I hear it now I still get a blush on my face. Mickey was okay, but Davy was my favorite. I loved his hair. :)
I love that you check your closet for intruders before you go to bed. I used to always check the back seat of my car before I got in for fear that some crazy person would pop up from behind and "choke me out" while I was driving. I guess we all have something. ;)
When I had my car I would check the backseat too! There was an urban legend about a woman who doesn't realize there's a serial killer in her backseat and it freaked me out.
Sigh...I'd probably have a lot more peace
of mind if I just stopped reading things.
Unbelievable Chelene..."Bogeyman" is the story that I recited during debate (forget what they actually called it, but you could either debate or tell a story from memory...I chose to tell a story).
I always thought the father was an ass for not saving his...well, you know. Still remember the bone crunching.
Zombie, I despised the father! I was so angry the whole time I was reading that story. But what always freaked me out (and gave me the closet trauma I have now) is the ending and the last line.
I need to read that again now that I'm older and see if I have the same reaction.
Remind me next time to NOT get so imtimate when answering these questions...
Creepy, I thought your post was amazing. I think that kind of intimacy/bald honesty leaves people speechless (or at least that's how I felt). You always write what you want...why stop now??
Nope, I wouldnt have known any of that about you if you did not tell me.
The birthmark info is neat
I had a big crush on John Travolta (no mocking people) after I saw the movie Grease when I was a wee young thing.
I thought it was funny that you checked your closet. Don't sell yourself short, a clutch purse can be a deadly weapon in the right hands and you seem to me the kind of person that could pull it off. If in doubt, keep one with a brick in it by your bed;)
John Travolta was kinda cute back in the day, Slaygirl. And I think a clutch purse with a brick in it is a great idea! Especially on dates with guys who lied about their height! ;)
:)
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