hmmm.... rubber chickens?

cigarettes make me sick.

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okay... okay...

i eat meat so don't bitch about dead cows. they wouldn't be on my plate if they weren't happy about it.

i don't really watch sports but as long as you aren't one of those scary dudes with stillers written on their face i won't hurt you.

i bite.

and i think that enviromentalists ruined the way mcdonalds kept the hot side hot and the cold side cold.

*steps off little box*

i'm rather tolerant of a lot but as i have a kid i will correct your english in front of her so she won't be stupid when she grows up. or she'll correct it. not meaning to be rude... just trying to have a kid that doesn't speak pittsburghese.

wow... i sound bitchy. i'm really not.

i laugh a lot. my sink is clogged in the kitchen... remind me to get stuff for that.... um... i like affection?

elevators make me want to puke sometimes.

i can speak on the inbreath and outbreath.

my dad is a rocket scientist (for real).

i love my ped egg. sometimes i save the shavings and dump them on my neighbors truck.

i ate squirrell once to seem cool.

i haven't been able to spell well since i took phonemics in college.

i like big butts and i cannot lie.

the mambo!

trying to keep my kid sane....

taking care of my adorable dad.

taking long baths.

with bubbles. (and no, bubbles is NOT the name of a puerto rican midget)

singing along to musicals in my head and sometimes outloud

trying to avoid walking into the sides of doorways

avoiding these questions?

and also throwing darts anywhere but directly on the dart board.

ping pong... pool and fencing with pool sticks.

i can bite people underwater and swim away before they catch me.

singing loudly and off key whenever possible.

making people pee themselves.

typing fast and customer service.

sitting on the couch.

video games.

being totally devoted to family and friends

setting off metal detectors with my underwire bras

I can be loud... and usually incredibly honest. if you have junk on your tooth (or golden grill), i won't let you wander around with it, i'll say "dude, you have junk on your tooth".

it's better than letting someone go forth and feel horrible later.

And i speak to strangers... don't let that scare you, the world is a village. ish.

that i carry enough feminine products to absorb a medium sized swimming pool.

tannith lee, watership down, auel, jonathan kellerman...

i like books.

movies... action are best, especially if everything gets destroyed.

music... i'm not that into country or rap. (except for LL cool J's first album... i can bust it oooowwwt)

food... chinese, italian, mexican... i'm not that picky... though any food on a stick is extra exciting.

i loved forest gump.

friends
family
chocolate
quiet moments with a good book
camping
silliness
the fifth dentist surveyed ate the seventh thing
i have no idea what i meant by the above statement.... sorry
opposable thumbs?
going way overboard on lists??
underwire bras to set off aforementioned metal detectors
functioning neurons to leap happily over my synaptic gaps
fiber

all sorts of stuff.

and what broud did to ayla.

AND HOW TO GET AWAY WITH NOT HITTING THE CAPS BUTTON MOST OF THE TIME...

and how to continually start sentences with and.

and... rubber chickens.

why bras only have two cups. some recipes call for more.

tarred and feathered and running around town avoiding the authorities.

hanging with pals who almost tolerate me.

watching hillary duff movies with my kid... while trying to encourage her to read some laura ingalls.

sleeping and snoozing and dreaming of zzzzzzzzzzz...

whaaaa? you're still reading this crap?

bite me.

oh and i'm chubby... so if you're one of those skeleton chasers i would piss you off... though i could probably kick your weinie ass.

and talking about skeletons.... by the power of greyskull... umm... nothing.

you feel like it. no pressure.

did you ever notice mister rogers would touch the BOTTOMS of his shoes while unlacing them? how gross was that? ewww.

and if you're not racist. i won't tolerate that. we're all humans. why not be prejudiced against girls who overtan?

i guess not all... Bishop wasn't in the alien movies... *sheds single tear for dear Bishop and his disembodied head*

You have a whole bunch of chocolate and need to find an emergency home for the little dears. (especially nut assortments) i like my chocolate like i like my humans. nutty.