I don’t know why I fill these things out. They’re not useful, they serve no purpose, but when someone sends me one I can’t seem to help myself and I feel compelled to complete it. It could be worse I guess… the compulsion could apply to shitty chain emails as well. I hate those "Send this to 10 friends and you’ll have good luck… don’t send it on and you will die from a horrible ugly and painful pox within 48 hours" emails. They’re almost as bad as those sisterhood bonding ones fully of silly animated gifs raving on about how wonderful it is to be a woman and insisting at the end that you should forward it to ten women you admire. Fuck off.
My favorite age:
27. Was a good age. Old enough to know what you want and young enough to still think you might get it. Also for me it was after the legal nightmare but before the IVF nightmare.
My best friend/s:
Mr K,
My celebrity crush:
Vin Diesel (just keep him talking). Natalie Portman (cute, sassy, smart) . Matt Damon (unexpectedly intelligent), Nathan Fillion
My defining characteristics:
Physically? Short, blonde and busty. Emotionally? I’d like to say ‘strong, rational, no nonsense and sensible’, but lately who the fuck knows?
My most evil moment:
So socially unacceptable I most certainly will not disclose it here.
My favorite food:
Fruit Tingles, vegemite and cheese on toast, guacamole dip, mango anything, Allens Snakes (yellow ones), muesli, good fetta cheese, banana and jam sandwiches, and vanilla gelati.
My grossest injury:
Golden Staph infection of the umbilicus… nasty.
My biggest hatred:
Stupid people.
My most illegal activity:
Speeding. And I mean speeding at irresponsible velocity and irresponsible frequency. Like 280kph in 100kph zones… no speed cameras back when.
My need for justice:
People who neglect or abuse their children, or stand idly by allowing their partners to hurt their children. It rips my heart to pieces to see stories like these in the media.
My most knowledgeable field:
I don’t know… stuff? Photography, Art, Heraldry, History, Embroidery…. random useless shit in general.
My life’s goal:
I think just like everyone else – I just want to be happy. The problem is I don’t think any of us really knows what that is.
My mother’s influence:
Work now… rest later. My father’s influence: If you want something done properly – do it yourself.
My oldest memory:
I remember our house flooding and my Dad’s boat floating out of the garage. It was my birthday during the ’74 floods and I was 2. My uncle Raymond spilled champagne all over the kitchen that night too.
My perfect date:
Dinner out in a quiet out of the way restaurant and then somewhere to talk over a bottle(s) of wine till the wee hours.
My unanswered question:
Why can’t I just accept things the way they are?
My random fact:
I’ve had more general anesthetics than I can count – I have a favourite anesthetist. I have the metabolism of a particularly dim witted slug.
My stupidest decision:
I should have studied Psychology straight from high school
My favorite television show:
Currently? I’m really enjoying Dexter (creeps me out a little that you empathize so readily with a sociopath) and Mad Men (heavy smoking, heavy drinking, chauvanist pigs – I love it!). Favourite shows ever? West Wing
My style of underwear:
I’d rather go without. For men.. boxers over briefs any day. Something very aesthetically ridiculaous about a man in briefs.
My favorite vegetable:
Sweet corn – on the cob with a bit of butter and salt. Mushrooms – stuffed and baked, sauteed with herbs, in soup, in anything.
My weakest trait:
I’m a shameless consumer…. There’s always ‘something I want’. I’m not overly outgoing with people I don’t know so am often pegged as snobbish or unapproachable.
My X-men power:
Telekinesis and mind control.
My strongest yearning:
To be pain free… even just to wake up for one day and feel no pain.
My moment of Zen:
Driving fast at night with the windows down and music blasting… or it was. I also love to walk in a thunderstorms and turn my face skywards to catch big raindrops on my skin.
