A frabdapulously Freudian Friday Five.
if daisies are your
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
Penicillin.
Acidophilus bifidus.
Chicken.
Crud.
A mysterious white plastic grocery bag that I'm afraid to open.
favourite flower
2. Name five things in your freezer.
Salmon.
Stir-fry vegetables.
Spinach.
Miso.
Blueberries.
keep pushing up
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
More crud.
Empty milk jugs.
Kilz.
Trash bags.
Empty jars.
those miles per hour
4. Name five things around your computer.
Me.
Books.
Papers.
Clutter.
Air.
burmashave
5. Name five things in your medicine cabinet.
Witch hazel.
Preparation H.
Styling gel.
Glitter.
Calamine lotion.
I actually like these questions. I wouldn't have expected ones like this. I keep trying to think of ones to submit, but I can never come up with any, which, I suppose, is why I like coming up with answers [or rather, being a lazy-ass and letting the 8-ball do it] and having other people write the questions...which nobody has actually done so far except me, but then that just makes me more special than you. :)
I'm not gonna have a set day for Behind the 8-Ball until either one makes itself readily available or somebody suggests one. So far, nobody even seems to want to do the damn thing except Lisa, who has expressed an interest but hasn't done it to my recollection.
And like I said, since the suggestions that were given to me for getting pictures to render involve going through and changing a lot of crap so that it's even more incoherent and unreadable than normal HTML, and since the tendons in my hands are sore and my brain is completely scrambled, the few of you who actually read this instead of accidentally stumbling over here looking for underage hobbit pr0n with sharks will just have to be content for now with whatever text I can hammer out before my ligaments lock up for the day.
Plus whatever I decide to sneak between the lines.
And now I have to go scrape up something for dinner, which is gonna be a challenge considering I haven't been to the store in about 2 weeks.
Til next sign...same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Thing I'd like to test explosives on for the day: These. One question: Why?
Posted by Frida Peeple at October 17, 2003 07:48 AM