March 23rd, 2006


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Meme from Moogle Girl.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was behind you?

2. How much cash did you spend yesterday?

3. What's a word that rhymes with mist?

4. Favorite planet, on which you would live, if you could?

5. Who is the last person you kissed?
Little Ethan on the top of his head.

6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?
Minuet in D.

7. What is the last band shirt you wore?
Don't wear band shirts.

8. What do you think of yourself?
Average in every way, wussy, pushover.

9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?
I'm wearing socks. Who wears shoes at their computer? Honestly.

10. Night light or pitch black?
Either or.

11. What do you think about the (previous) person who took this?
Moogle! She's so fun.

12. What were you doing at midnight last night?

13. What did your last text message say that you received?
Don't have text capabilities.

14. Where is the nearest Valero?
The who what now?

15. What's something that you say a lot?
"Crap in a hat" and "fuck a duck" are probably my two most frequently used epithets.

16. Who told you they loved you last?

17. Last furry thing you touched?

18. How many drugs have you done in the past 3 days?
Root beer!

19. Favourite age you have been so far?

20. Your worst enemy?
Probably me.

21. What is your current desktop picture?
Summer playing Otterdog.

22. What was the last thing you said to someone?
"Summer, you're so stiiiinky. Who's a smelly girl? Who's a smelly girl??"

23. How do you like your eggs?
Scrambled with cheese and onions, with bacon and a side of hash browns.

24. Do you like someone?
I like a lot of people.

25. The last song you listened to?
The theme song to the kid's show Franklin. Watched it with the Ethanator.

This one's from Tric.

What song reminds you of me?
Put this in your journal too. The answers might surprise you.

Oh, and one more thing.


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So, I went downstairs with the dog a while ago so she could wee, and decided to pop into the basement to grab a couple rolls of TP. I noticed an envelope stuck into the crease in the door. That happens sometimes...occasionally, people think we live in the basement or something, despite the simple fact that if they LOOKED TO THEIR LEFT, they would be able to see the bottom of our staircase. The one that leads to our DOOR, and not our BASEMENT.

The letter says that they need one of us to take a survey, and they have to keep coming back and coming back till they've made contact with us. Enclosed is a business card, and we have to call the number on the card and tell them when someone is available to be interviewed. Why the hell they can't do it over the phone, I don't know. The name on the card is a woman my mom knows (and of whom she holds a low opinion, apparently).

Anyway, being a good little citizen, I tried to call the number. A woman answered, sounding drunk off her ASS.

Drunk or Stoned: Hullooooooooooooo? *sounded also like I'd awakened her or something*

Me: ...Hi. Is this Survey Lady's office?

DoS: Nooooooooooooooooo?

Me: O_o Okay. Thanks. Must have the wrong number. Thanks!

DoS: *mumblemoo*

Me: *hangs up* Okay, that lady was drunk or stoned or had paste in her mouth or something.

Mom: Knowing Survey Lady, probably all three. Yeah, see? 4 in the afternoon. Definitely drunk, at least.

We look up the number in the phone book, and see that while it's not Survey Lady's office, it is her HOME number. Wouldn't you think that DoS would have informed me of that? Or am I being naive?

Anyway, I called the number again and this time just asked to speak to Survey Lady.

DoS: She ain't here right now.

Me: Do you know when she'll be back?

DoS: mumbleLittlewhilemumble.

Me: ...Okay. Thanks. *hangs up* WHY THE FUCK TO PEOPLE HAVE TO BE WEIRD? If you want me to CALL you, STOP BEING FUCKING WEIRD.

Mom: *proceeds to tell me a long involved story about how Survey Lady's father was someone respectable, and Survey Lady herself used to be a beautiful girl, and then her mother ran off with some guy and broke up his marriage, and his wife talked about that little whore breaking up a marriage and then SHE went and had an affair with some OTHER guy and broke up HIS marriage...then that circled back to Survey Lady and how she's now an anorexic with bad teeth and many children and "if any of them are old enough, they're sure to be fucking. Sorry dear."*

Me: What the hell is wrong with the people in this town?

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Well, as an update to the Survey Lady, she called me back and she sounds very nice, and mom is thinking that maybe she was thinking of someone else when went all tangenty, so you can disregard the Survey Lady entry as anything more than a slightly amusing story. The lady who answered the phone at first was still odd-sounding, though.