Quote of the day: “An unexamined life is not worth living.” Bloggers across the net, and some guy named Socrates.
Song of the day: “Renegades of Funk” by Rage Against the Machine
State of mind: tired
If yesterdays post was an enigma, then todays will be a treat. (Or not.)
I’ve been tagged for a meme by Michele. (Nice one, Mr. Schprock, getting her to post! Kudos. ;) )
I guess the idea is that I have to confess three things that no one knows, but with this blog I’m not keeping much a secret, which is just as surprising to me as it might be to anyone that knows how I am in ‘real life’. Unless I really am all about me but no one has had the heart to say so.
Well… now that I am doubting the quality of my own personality, here are the three things I have never before told anyone. (You do believe that, right?)
1)I have, (and still can’t figure out why), a big crush on Johnny Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls. I saw him on VH1s The List a few years back when he was the guest host and my god was he captivating. *shrugs* I can’t explain it. I’ve seen him during interviews and he says “um” a lot, which is really annoying in anyone else.
Seriously, I am clueless about this. I mean, you all have seen my choices for ‘hottie of the week’. They need no explanation, right? (And BTW- Peter Wingfield does NOT look like Bill Nye the Science Guy!)
2)I can’t sleep with socks on, except when I am camping.
3)Sometimes, when confronted with a situation that is fodder for all the boogymen of my imagination to rear their ugly, shadowy heads, like having to go into the cellar, I will convince myself that whatever color I am wearing or piece of jewelry I have on is the ONE THING that the boogyman is mystically allergic too and is what is keeping him at bay and from doing anything evil to me. I know I am totally lying to myself, but whatever. It works. (And I got the idea from an episode of Magnum P.I. So, if it’s good enough for Tom Selleck, it’s good enough for me.)
What didn’t work was the spelling of ‘boogymen’ for MS Word. Here are the options it gave me: bogymen, boogiemen, bogyman, and bogeymen. What? He’s a made up thing! Does it really matter how it is spelt? Does it really anti-matter?
Ok. There you go. I’m nuts. Surprise.
My three victims: Henry of course, Lucy of course, and the last is up for grabs. Anyone who wants it, volunteer in the comment section and go for it. (Will I avoid death that way? Or is that cheating?)
Angel quote of the day:
Angel: OK, sleeping together is not a relationship.
Spike: It is if you do it enough times.