I'm It! I was tagged by Kate, my roommate. Now I have to reveal my ambitions and my abilities in septets before I tag someone else.




Seven Things I Plan To Do Before I Die

• Take kickboxing
• Have beautiful children (2 boys and a girl)
• Go skydiving
• Quit smoking
• Travel to Asia
• Own a Siamese cat
• Buy an outrageously expensive bag
  

Seven Things I Can Do

• Spend an evening out on the town in stilettos (beauty is pain)
• Justify any purchase(s) I make
• Give a good back rub
• Make people laugh
• Sit and watch a favorite show for hours (literally)
• Shamelessly indulge in the same sandwich at Panera and not see anything wrong with it
• Sing the lyrics of almost every BTE song on their albums

Seven Things I Can't Do

• Drink Jack Daniels anymore
• Resist my conscience when I most want to
• Watch people fight (physically, that is)
• Draw well (in regards to art)
• Speak a foreign language
• Scuba dive
• The splits anymore
  

Seven Things That Attract Me (to Men)

• A not-too-hairy chest
• Kindness
• Strong arms
• Sense of humor
• Generosity (as in he'll scratch my back whenever I ask him to)
• Ambition
• A true desire to make me happy

*man, I only get seven??*

Seven Things I Say the Most (Recently)

• "Man" (Ex: "Be cool, man.")
• "Will you scratch my back?"
• "Like" (Ex: "And, like, mold won't kill you if you eat it, right?")--obnoxious, I know
• "You are so inappropriate!"
• "Fab"
• "I am so broke."
• "'Alright, I get it. I have bad teeth.'" (from Austin Powers)
  

Seven Celebrities I Dream About

• Kevin Griffin
• Ed Harris
• Famke Janssen
• Sam Neill
• Bridget Moynahan
• Michael Caine
• Clint Eastwood

*I'm with Kate...I don't know exactly what this category is meant to apply to, but my celebrities listed are ones that often pass through my head, for no particular reason.*

So, now I tag Szalay. You're It!!!

This is one of the best pictures ever...





Kate sent it out around Halloween when she was in London, I believe. Funny, fun, funny.

Tonight, I shared cheesy jambalaya with Kate. She shared Grolsch beer with me, in addition to 2 hours of last season's Gilmore Girls. Typically beer will assist me in escaping wretched TV, but this time I got a double dose of filth, as the beer was almost as bad as being forced to watch the aformentioned show. Shitty TV, shitty beer...if that's not grounds to commit justified suicide (or homicide, for that matter) then I don't know what is.

(note: the only saving grace is this--the more beer you drink, shitty or not, the less you're able to taste it. so I guess that's the silver lining in this case.)