Gronk.

Friday Five time....

1. What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have?

The list is long... Skydiving, time travel, visiting London/Japan/China/Africa, etc.

2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest?

Tactful would be a better word, especially if there's nothing they can do to fix it.

3. Have you ever found out something about a friend and then wished you hadn't? What happened?

Oh, yes. I found out one of my friends had cheated on her partner. I kept my mouth shut, but the whole situation blew up eventually.

4. If you could live in any fictional world (from a book/movie/game/etc.) which would it be and why?

The world(s) in the "Schroedinger's Cat Trilogy", by Robert Anton Wilson. Too much fun.

5. What's one talent/skill you don't have but always wanted?

Drawing/painting.


Still haven't woken up properly, and there's something in my left eye that's bugging me. I even had to take my contact out, which is never a good idea. Grrrrrr.

Random musings, Friday edition.

Another reason why I love biking so much: it demands brute strength. Well, at least it does with the way I bike. I can't help it - I'm a speed demon no matter what. Also, unlike skiing and skating (which I wish I could do), it involves a machine other than my body. I rarely can figure out how to do a manuever with my body (unless it's dancing), but put me on a machine and I'm golden. My brain works in very odd ways.

I've been listening to the top-40/R&B oriented station whilst packing, and I have an oh-so startling revelation: most music out there sucks. A lot. Kelly Clarkson is possibly the most boring singer ever. Nevertheless, R. Kelly's song has earwormed me past all comprehension. Grrrrr.

now gimme that toot toot
and i'll give you that beep beep
runnin her hands through my 'fro
bouncin on 24's
while they say on the radio...






FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

Just found out that my apartment won't be ready tonight. I was planning to get it all done tonight. FUCK.

I'm ready to cry at this point. I want to be out, dammit. And it's going to be an absolute clusterfuck tomorrow. I almost don't want to move until Sunday at this point, but I don't think either of us would be happy about it.

DAMMIT.