Usually when I'm tagged for a meme, I never get around to responding. I enjoy being tagged, but for some reason I rarely answer the tag. Neglect? Laziness? Lack of words? I'm a total bitch and deny invitations? It's one of those unanswered questions in life.
Rebecca tagged me because Courtney tagged her. I believe once Courtney tagged me and I never responded, as did Baol.
RULES:
Fuck the rules. I'm gonna write seven randumb things about myself and if I break the rules, I guess Rebecca can give me a swirly or shove me in a locker.
Sieben Randumb facts about me:
Eine: I'm bloated. Yes, I am 5' 7" and weigh roughly 115 pounds and it's somehow still possible to be bloated. WTF?
Zwei: I didn't poop today. Probably because I pooped a lot yesterday.
Drei: I love fart jokes. But I don't like actual farting. Farts are funnier in theory than reality.
Vier: Once I dressed up in chicken feathers, climbed to the top of my roof and sang God Save The Queen in French. That's what the cops tell me, anyway; I have no recollection of this incident.
Fünf: I hate green beans. HATE them. I wish they would become extinct, somehow.
Sechs: If I had to live on an island where I could grow only ONE food, it would be avocado.
Sieben: My brother would do anything for me, as I'd do anything for him. He's hilarious and one of the most creative and mechanically gifted people I've known. I feel incredibly lucky to have him in my life.
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Listening to: White Stripes - Hotel Yorba
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